Some Call It

Darkness surrounds me. I’m in over my head.
The voices remind me I have made my bed.
My demons devour me in a never ending sea.
Maybe it’s all make believe.

My hopes, My dreams I let slip away.
My body is slowly in a state of decay.
I pray that I quit, someday I may,
until then, this deadly game I play.

Some call it  addiction.
Some Call it a disease.

Not much can bring a grown man to his knees.
Take away his kids, life and pride.
All while he’s searching for the next high.

Everything’s different, nothing is the same.
I hope the devil never calls you by name
and offers up a taste of his flame.
Most don’t make it out, caught in the snare of drugs and despair.

Some call it addiction.
Some call it a disease.


So quick to judge and be displeased. Asking how this could be.
Mothers with babies addicted to crack. Innocent lives forced on a struggling track.
Children without parents by their side.
Ripped from their homes haunted by their cries.

Some call it addiction.
Some call it a disease.

I say it’s exactly what the devil needs
To take your mind and plant a seed.
One taste is all you need,
To give him the recipe to success.

Some call it addiction.
Some call it a disease.