Stepping Down

Days, like a burden on your soul
Going crazy just to think you're losing it
You hardly try to stay clean but it's in your veins
Smoking marihuana, imagining your hope, imagining disgrace

Caprices attack you; a volcano of wrong feelings irrupts
Want a needle, can hear future's snaps
However, she cries, he owes
Whatever, life comes in a small dose

Nights, like a heavy metal band, noises he couldn't see or
foresee
Thinking, maybe his mom will make a healing tea
Knowing, things will never be the same
Fearing, he's the one and only to blame

A gun shooting, glasses made of pure innocent
Shattered by the gang, the cops don't know which way they
went
In a few moments the all will be arrested
Give me a good reason why they shouldn't be neglected

Mornings, like a soft cool beginning
As the hours passing by, you are in the street, selling  
Caprices have changed you my little boy
How did they trap you in this ridiculous swampy decoy?

Drugs, they say they don't work but they do
Slums, they say they are white fields but it's not true
Hearts are beating fast, lungs don't function as they used
to
But once I really felt it, I could hear it with my decisive
ears
The watery flow of zephyr's silent tears