Substance abuse ties me down to the deck,
It’s like there’s a knife being held to my neck,
I’m sat here looking at this bag of weed,
Should I smoke it or should I stay clean,
It stops me from being myself but still I smoke,
Passed around the circle so take a toke,
Is my life really this much of a joke,
I hope i can change my ways before I croak,
Regardless I always feel this way so I always loose,
Don’t give in to substance abuse