Lyrics and Vocals by Yahya Abdul-Sasser, 17, New York
Smoking
closes doors we leave open
but I'd been hoping it'd stop choking
hope from the smartest sad their paths are the farthest yeah man
its been hard since
9th grade thought we'd cope without starting
but kids these days are
bombarded distracted broken off target
grown apart from people that we
partitioned put in compartments
we lie to ourselves
say that its harmless
we hide from their scars in bottles and parchment
that they roll up and' smoke
where is the hope?
still nothing is being done been
I'm at the end of my rope
since the beginning
its eternal never getting better
I mean it's clearly poison
Still they collectively love 'it
so individually stunted
the pressure intense
they learn succumb
think it's not right to be natural
too much to be unique so
they reach tweak socially and peak locally
I'm tired of hearing it
obsession continues
and I'm the only one fearing it
Is this fading feeling really worth the threat of addiction
but no one ever will listen
but I can't ever give in
'cause we been taught drugs are toys
alcohol has no consequence
and that if we smart enough we can stay all on top it
we tell ourselves these things
because we need to be part of it
a dream crushing social scene to no room to beam naturally so I weep
actually all I ever hear is
this isn't problem since people "being safe"
now that's not really possible
but they still say it not really honest
so i've grown to hate it
this feeling of complacency
so thats why I been raising FREE
I only hope we can be saved
all I see is friends in cages
all I see is wasted shame
yea, drunkin thoughts and smokey haze
yea, but still hope we can be saved
break the bonds, loose the chains
find yourself, make a change, man
make a change, man
misconception misdirection
their perception of their use
is far from the truth
makes the stakes higher
you can't call them liars
when the denial is something they buried in
I see the symptoms, worse depression and anxiety steps towards dependence
and I've tried to be the voice of reason
but they go hard like its open season on their own bodies
this year is different
the mentality worse
more unaware of the hurt
they'd chalk it up to perspective
but thats only rejecting whats
right in front of their faces
hurts to see they can't face it
make themselves victims
then feel the pain they inflicted
to feed a fleeting affliction
which often leads to addiction
so they feel like they're living
but what is life without value
what is life if we don't value ourselves
and our choices
and put our health over voices
that only offer up poison
that poison is jointed
all of a sudden I'm groping like
where the people i used to know before see, imaginary lines and weakened wills
no top of the hill with drug impaired motor skills jacks and jills
watch em frequently spill into some dangerous stages man these some dangerous phases
It's like we don't know life or
right from wrong
say life ain't long then squander it
but never ponder it
meanwhile the strong few have abandoned nonsense since the movement we maintain is
toward freeing souls from the cold
hold of false promises offered them by drugs
replace that fake stuff with love
keep our fingers crossed pray its enough
band together
and we can all stay above
yea