Pushed and Pulled

Hear me, hear me, sound me out, I don’t understand what you’re about. Euphoric drugs to boost your brain? Why they're dragging your senses down the drain. They mask your mind and make you doubt, at the slightest word, you’re prone shout. Oh oh ohhhh, how they tear you apart. A false embrace to numb your heart. But why won't you see, that they can kill? As they choke out your spirit and shatter your will. They can turn a goal into the ultimate reason, while your soul screams out at this unjust treason. True ecstasy doesn’t come from a pill. It’s an innate feeling, with a costless bill. A weed is something that grows wild and free, Not a joint that you roll up, upon your knee. And crystal, a long mineral process, as in rock? But now I’m hearing, it’s made around the clock. Man oh man…...will you please wake up? You’re drinking serenity from a broken cup. The dealers will treat you as though you were swine, for money always feeds, their greedy jowl minds. And they don’t seek just money, but power as well, as they man the controls of this highway to hell. Oh yeah, I'm mean to tighten my grip, to speak out my mind as I watch you trip. You aren't the cog of a wheel at a county fair, turning around aimlessly, but going nowhere. I know you can kick this, and make out just fine, but how about the others, the ones waiting in line?