I hardly liked it the first time
I was just curious
Not to say no
No is stuff of cowards
And at the age of sixteen
One tries the depth
Of the river jumping into with both feet
The second time, I liked it more
I felt its power
Its feeling of peace
And a few months later
It struck me
I always thought I could control it
I tried to get rid of it more than once
And more the five and more than ten times
But there is not way, no manner
There is no one who can cope with smack
To smell is
To fall into it
When there was nothing left to steal from my parents
I started to shoot up
In front of my parents
But they needled me
Asked over and over again
Tell us son: Where did we fail
I already tried to get rid of it more than once
And more the five and more than ten times
But there is not way, no manner
There is no one who can cope with smack
If your on the needle
There are two of two left
Either to rob to buy
Or sell it and sideline
And both will get you sooner or later
With a busted arse and AIDS in Carabanchel
I tried to get rid of it
Tried to get rid of it