The drugs are all sold
The kids are all gone
Now all they see
Are bars with nothing beyond

They thought it was fun
To sell and smoke dope
Now they have nothing
Not even any hope

Maybe someday they will listen
Maybe someday they will learn
Now all they have is time
And their life to burn

Behind the bars of
Their prison cell
Hoping the gates open
And let them out of this hell

Which one will you be
Will you want to stay or
Be set free

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