From North, south, east and west
Wherein I was pilgrimage through the smooth coal tar
All was going well
Until I decided to get a master.
My master won’t allow me rest until I had much of him
He won’t allow me be
Until I have the last drip.
At first it was fun
Drinking and smoking
I was on top of the world
I was a viking
But things went sour
Between life’s race
Before the clock chymes four
I would always be disgraced.
It was an addiction
It became part of me
It blocked my life’s ambition
It took away that golden future from me
I became a fool
Who found solace in murky water
A furnished room, water bed, thermocool
Oh!, how else could life bit by so sweet.
I didn’t know I was dying
My master never cared
He told me he’s too dear to be forsaken
He’ll always be there.
My spirit is broken
Into innumerable pieces
Life of an addict is full of derangement
Don’t make my master your master.
� Modest king