Drug Fueled
What kind of world
do we live in
When truth becomes lies
and lies become truth
People selling their mothers
for a slice of a drug fueled high
Thinking it's their right
to that kind of life
Not caring who lives
and who dies
All they want
is the high they will never find
An high they will chase
Until the day they die
Respect to the lucky ones
who now live a clean and happy life
No one but you
will know how hard it was
to turn your life around
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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