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Drugs Don'T Work

That lifestyle’s bringing you weakness It’s the reason you feel defeated Use that booze and beak less Or the downer is repeated Clarity brings peace of mind pollution caused by toxic lines carrying a release of bliss so fine downers haunt the end of night Now you find trouble coping taking drugs that leave minds broken tomorrow further down the slope when The cannabis is what you’re smoking The body can’t take it the mind is breaking and if it’s broken you won’t be coping Drugs are really a poison you take it sees your cells destroys and breaks sending your brain a joy most fake Til the come down when you awake It’s the damage and repair causing that feeling as your body craves the repair kit needed vitamin, mineral and supplement seeking the hangover is your body weakened It needs until the following weekend but that same day you put more beak in the brain thinks the body ain’t creaking as you pour that toxic in all evening Waking up with your inside warred supplies of good health need much more as organs work feeling floored up high under hood the brain is short Stress and strain to do the norm You can’t physically or mentally perform and you can’t sit and stop the storm Your body ain’t hot so it operates warm This means you’re not thinking straight when you put your hand out and see it shake things like stress and depression it makes so stop that poison toxic intake It’s called a come down but it’s sabotage you pollute your lungs and your heart leave your brain cells oxygen starved Drugs don’t help they make life hard. *beak - cocaine

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