It can kill ya’
A momentary pleasure
Is what it can bring ya’

Divorce, broken homes
Prostitution are the ends
Stop, give it a curse

Ecstasy, shabu
Morphine, heroine and other forms
Some even say, grass is okay

They say it’s expensive
Why these kid’s are so festive?
Some are haves, bou’t the nones?

Stay away from the window
You might jump-out of it too
How awful it can do

Why escape reality?
We should carry and solve burdens
Don’t walk to hysteria

And please, think about your job
your job, your job
Wake! Don’t let it slip away
Be there at pay-day

Youths! beware
Coming from someone who care
Bring out the best in you

Through arts, education
Sports as recreation
Anything of worth

Guard your precious days
So you can get away
From being into drugs.
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May 3, 2008, Saturday, night
Greenfullmoon (that’s me)

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