They’re addicted
To the conflictions
To the fixation
Of recreation
Of the thrills
The chills
Blood money
Pays bills

What can you say?
If what needs paid
Gets paid
What’s right
Isn’t what’s right
When they’re addicted
– to the life
Of the blood
Of the knife
Of powdered candy
Of blood slicked
With bad suger

But I’ve seen it
We feel it – everyday
That’s why I’m gone
Why he’s going strong
That’s why there’s nothing left to say
Why nothing more can be done