| Drugs Crashed & Burned Crashed and Burned I dashed my life away I burned for a new life I turned stupidly wild I need drugs to get high The weed set me high above the skies I flew into a wall I fell on hard times It made me sad This lad can�t think straight I caught up in the drugs My parents taught me, �Drugs are bad and dangerous.� I continued the trip on the drugs It ripped my life apart I already reached to the lowest Nothing else matters Welcome to my world I crashed and burned A Major Crack Head A Major Crack Head His name is Jack He does drugs He don�t want hugs I won�t give him any money He lives for pot I let him rot till he see the light He isn�t bright The drugs clouded his mind I might have a kind heart He�s just on a drug wave Must he keep on? He can�t sleep that often I won�t for him I do care deep inside He get it from some people The drugs are his downfall His life is against the wall Drugs are his only interest His name is Jack A major crack head |
| All Alone All Alone I�m stone It�s a foolish thing to do I think it�s cool My pool of friends are swimming away May the power of God look after me? I lay in tears Nobody is here to put me on track Sorrows won�t bring back my friends Tomorrow They believed I changed for the worse I�m not the same person they once know I became unhappy and depressed Being wild slapped everybody in the their faces Nobody gives a damn I�m living all alone Way Off Way Off I blasted to the moon Till my normal life come back soon I�m not myself Beer and weed got a hold on me Jeers to my speed It fed me a stupid life I�m so stupid for doing drugs What good is that? A mood for smoking pot and drinking beer My time for freedom from my life I don�t want it anymore It won�t cost me my life Why be lost? My normal life does me good It goes to show me I don�t need alcohol and drugs I�m not that stupid But stupid for being stupid Is that all I care? I�m way off Pot Pot I got to have it The craving is too strong I wanted more, feeling good Once isn�t enough I couldn�t be tough I fell to be a victim The wall of self control trembled down I looked back The pot hooked me The cops booked me for possession for drugs Further from my mind are the hugs I still wanting to do pot |
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