Mama

I can't see you mama but I can hardly wait ooh to touch and to feel you mama oh I just can't keep away in the heat and the steam of the city oh its got me running and I just can't brake so say you'll help me mama cos its getting so hard - oh This is him thinking about that heavenly cheva and the initial euphoria when you get the vein.. He can't quit. The city is a jungle and he's ripping and runnin. He is in the thick of it.

Now I can't keep you mama but I know you're always there you listen, you teach me mama and I know inside you care so get down, down here beside me oh you ain't going nowhere no I won't hurt you mama but its getting so hard - oh

He knows he will eventually, inevitably, be sick. He can't keep her, the well feeling and nirvana he derives from using. You listen you teach me mama /how to be on the streets hustling getting your shit how to be a junkie. Maneuvering, surviving, hardening your heart. Get down here beside me/people lose the strength in their legs and they fall to the floor or ground when they get their shot. I've never known anyone who can stand after doing it. You just collapse.

Can't you see me here mama mama mama mama please can't you feel my heart can't you feel my heart can't you feel my heart oh now listen to me mama mama mama you're taking away my last chance don't take it away can't you feel my heart

I think he's trying to kick, but the cheva is calling to him. His last chance could mean he thinks about quitting right before he's sick and now he is physically dependant on it again. Every junkie has that moment of clarity where they want to quit.. Can't you feel my heart? I think this could mean he's sick of the life, he is wanting OUT. He's wearing down, he's serious but also hooked.

It's hot, too hot for me mama but I can hardly wait my eyes they're burning mama and I can feel my body shake don't stop, don't stop me mama oh make the pain, make it go away - hey no I won't hurt you mama but its getting so hard - oh

He is dope sick now. Now he'll do damn near anything to get his lady love back in his veins. I won't hurt you mama/no more thoughts of quitting, no straddling the fence, it's all about the tar now BUT how long can he live this life? He's so gonna die out there. He's willing to do whatever to get it, but it's a tireless loop of one step up, two steps back.

Now I can't see you mama but I know you're always there you taunt, you tease me mama but I never never can keep away it's the heat and the steam of the city oh got me running and I just can't brake so stay don't leave me mama cos its getting so hard - oh

It's everywhere, someone's got something somewhere, but he can't access it. He sees people on a nod, and he knows what time it is, but he's not nodding with them. Heroin is everywhere in the city except in his veins. How unbearable!! Frustration, exasperation, condemnation for all those who have and won't kick down. It's hell on earth to be a heroin addict.