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Crushing addiction and crumbling homes.
A town built off crack rocks,
Left in shambles like all the shake after a pound is pushed.
Like the residue on a bong the problem just keeps building.
There was only one type of tree I knew,
Their slinging maryjane on the corner just to get by .
They say its an epidemic..
Epidemic but they don't see it everyday like I do.
Everyone I love poppin pills,
Strong island drowning in heroine.
500 600 1000 dollars down.
Crumbling like the very aluminium foil that's destroying it.
Never seen the front man but the grunts are everywhere.
Selling bodies for dime bags .
Sniffing coke off toilets, popin' ecstasy like candy.
I thought it was a fairy tail maybe, its all the hallucinogens my friends are drowning in.
8 hours of acid will never be enough.
Warped time to escape the problems,
Trip out to avoid the harsh realities .
Thc building up in their lungs like the crippling depression that's ripping them down.
Bottle by bottle they built a castle crystal rocks in bags serve as windows.
Because I guess that's better then steel bars they sat behind.
Drug counseling mandated by courts
Failing drug tests and steppin' off herione.
I've seen em locked up but they still begged for a hit.
Their broke but they'll steal for a high.
Swearin' on bodies of loved ones their clean.
I see lucifer in their eyes...
Throwin' bodies to the side on the path to get high.
On their knees shaking begging,
Praying like god was the drug dealer.
Do whatever it takes ,
Everywhere I turn its hard not to see...
Scratching junkies begging me to believe,
No meth no heroine can help get them to the high.
They wouldn't even smoke a cigarette now burnt spoons wont even satisfy .
Left in shambles like all the shake after a pound is pushed.
Like the residue on a bong the problem just keeps building.
There was only one type of tree I knew,
Their slinging maryjane on the corner just to get by .
They say its an epidemic..
Epidemic but they don't see it everyday like I do.
Everyone I love poppin pills,
Strong island drowning in heroine.
500 600 1000 dollars down.
Crumbling like the very aluminium foil that's destroying it.
Never seen the front man but the grunts are everywhere.
Selling bodies for dime bags .
Sniffing coke off toilets, popin' ecstasy like candy.
I thought it was a fairy tail maybe, its all the hallucinogens my friends are drowning in.
8 hours of acid will never be enough.
Warped time to escape the problems,
Trip out to avoid the harsh realities .
Thc building up in their lungs like the crippling depression that's ripping them down.
Bottle by bottle they built a castle crystal rocks in bags serve as windows.
Because I guess that's better then steel bars they sat behind.
Drug counseling mandated by courts
Failing drug tests and steppin' off herione.
I've seen em locked up but they still begged for a hit.
Their broke but they'll steal for a high.
Swearin' on bodies of loved ones their clean.
I see lucifer in their eyes...
Throwin' bodies to the side on the path to get high.
On their knees shaking begging,
Praying like god was the drug dealer.
Do whatever it takes ,
Everywhere I turn its hard not to see...
Scratching junkies begging me to believe,
No meth no heroine can help get them to the high.
They wouldn't even smoke a cigarette now burnt spoons wont even satisfy .
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