Out every liquor store, the sickest whores, fall to the quickest war..
man vs. drugs, they battle wit needles that they stick like swords//
into their flesh, to achieve a high like mount olympus..
they need it right, to breathe just fine, and no doubts within em//
a sinners sanction is the fact that noone knows theyre doin wrong..
so smoke fills up in em, til theyve bout become a human bong//
starts losin charm, character and personality become a rarity..
distanced from society, wen injected, to a dream scene momentarily//
it seems routine, for the oldest crack head or fiend, to have a head of steam..
but in the end it doesnt even matter, cuz theyre lead to a deam-//
on and on the cycle repeats itself, with peeps who need sum help..
but cant find it until theyre out for the count, wen their knees are bent//
damn, its so hard to find it, wen sumone is in need of help......

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