Cry a storm with lightning and thunder
’cause drug dealers get our children down under.
Under the fantasy, under the spell
On the blank-minded road to hell.
They call it stoned, they say they’re high
They lose their money, no reason why.
Dealers of deception, dealer of drugs,
Dealers of poverty, stealing thugs.
Children start to steal, youth learn to lie,
After a while they can’t even cry.
Mocking winds, mocking faces,
Mocking authority in jail places.
Decent people pay the social cost.
Money, time and lives are lost.
Media portrays the hyper state
So people are hooked until too late.
Uppers in the morning, downers at night
Normal workers don’t need drugs to bite.
The latest fad is to say you are sick
Get some doctor to prescribe a “legal” kick.
Whether you use drugs, whether you deal
You are a parasite and from society steal.
Parasites don’t care, parasites devour
America is dying, it is the last hour.
Dying within, from our own sin
No need to blame all on Bin Laden.
Inspired by Reality and Truth, 2013
Written by a father and grandfather who saw.
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