We’re at war: the draft is on
The war against drugs has just begun
They said World War III would be the atom bomb
But we were getting high while they sang that song
High off heroin, herb, and crack coke
And messing up our minds with the love boat
It’s messing up our mind; it’s keeping us blind
We’re all going to die in just a matter of time
The enemy plans to destabilize the nation
With drugs to destroy our future generations
Their strategy is to create an illusion
It makes you feel good but in a state of confusion
You sell the drugs then buy weapons and guns
And terrorize and threaten all your loved ones
The death toll is rising up, dope dealers making big bucks
And you’re walking around with your head in a rut
Then while you’re trippin’ and funnin’ and doin’ the town
You have nothing to show for it once you come down
Your progress is stopped; your goals are lost
You become an addict; the drugs become your boss
You get thrown in jail; it’s a living hell
You end up sleeping in a funky crowded cell
What’s wrong is now right; you always fuss and fight
You can’t even get enough sleep at night
You kick it cold turkey; you holler and scream
And wake up wishing it was all a damn dream
War on drugs: hell, that’s a damn lie
It’s war on us, so wake up or die
And stay off drugs, and keep your mind clear
Listen to this poem; there’s a message here
Thank God above for the life you love
And get high off life! It’s his gift of love
