The streets is not a game

Some say they're ok,
with a smile on their face.
deep down inside is a different place.
shows all the anger and despair,
throughout ones time.
 
some don't get the chance to find someone
let them know everything will be ok.
lives lost to violence and drugs,
labeled violent thugs. pain is silenced by drugs.
 
turmoil in ones life can decide why one gets high.
walk the streets unnoticed but look closely some have already died.  
why,! leave, those who most need the help behind.
 
used to abuse and pain. but why?
constant turmoil is not normal,
hence why one gets high.
cry everyday if we didn't numb our pain away.
 
call it what you will a blunt, joint, spliff  
if you only knew it stopped us at the cliff.
hanging by a thread the smallest ache could be our death.
 
we just live to see another day.
not worried bout a rep, but that rep  
can save your day.
it's not a game we play, but if I must say
it takes a strong mind to play this way.