Addiction
He comes home breathing in a new way
Mother asks why he won’t settle down and calm his breath
Where did he get the fire in his lungs?
He says it’s the new black
The way of life in these streets
The streets introduce new drugs
Racy highs called by fancy names
The children return home with heavier chests and blurry visions
It isn’t safe to deliver your child into the hands of the world
They can get caught up in the dreams sold to young souls
It is easy to get addicted to the promises of a higher life
Escaping reality and pain
A bit of fun in a fix becomes a habit
Something as normal as breathing
‘til the body aches for it and can’t live without it
Addicts would sell their mothers to curb the cravings
