No Drugs: Part 2


Take a look at me
The cracks in my hand
Blacked cracked skin on my knuckles
The boy putting his thoughts in a pan
Instead of the alternative
No thoughts from the pot
all of mine are grounded
baked fresh, ready and hot
Your red eyes tell me you took the easy route
Drew a circle around your problems
Instead of facing them mouth to mouth
Word of mouth says addiction hasn't been good to you
one little puff, you didn't stop you blew and blew
Lost your job cause you couldn't go without one
Lost your girl
Dad?
You're son thinks he never had one
She married a new man
and started a new family
Told her son the rules
Mainly
No Drugs

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