His body on this floor, with his head in the sky.
Drifting away asking god why?
Feeling sensational right now
In a while he will be even further down
Suburban bliss expensive tastes
Its never free to live like this
In this case the price is life
Praying with every cell taken by each 'splif'
Its OK, his cool now, hanging with the dogs
The same dogs who take afternoon jogs
Powder on the table, vacuumed by addiction
There is some cognac on the counter in the kitchen
No time to feel sorry for yourself now, leave that for tomorrow
Now just drink and smoke away your sorrow
The sensation is invading his reasoning
Wont let it, there is nothing wrong with smoking
Conversation gets weary, I'm sleeping let go of me
Tomorrows news, medicine graduate dies of drug O.D
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I ve seen many ppl in all walks of life especially the drug abusers and alcoholics. the majority of them abused such substances for various reasons, and resaons are surrounded by consequences. Some of them not that the were driven by their peers bur their personal errands they had in their homes. Well its a sign feebleness to let substances be a ressolution. Its like dgging the grave with our owns teeths. Peace to your friend, thy his soul rest in comfortable hands.
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