Oh why must people live on smack
They are so silly
I suppose they get a crack of been smashed
I wish I could stop the trade
Guide them though their days
To stop them straying the wrong way
But its like saying lets have no war or pain anymore
Because the call is never obeyed
What can I do to help them though
Which ever way I choose I know I will lose
I have people close to me I love them all so
I may of except I am no match for smack
But there will be a final act and that’s a fact