Smoke, withdrawal, smoke, withdrawal, you know the drill There never really was any kind of thrill Just a slow insidious torture that took over your life Took from you the ability to thrive
You've suffered in silence, too afraid to speak out Wanted to escape, but your mind filled with doubt More torture for sure, escaping this curse Better staying in prison, freedom would only be worse
Freedom, no, not for the likes of you Only more punishment all your life through You've suffered for years and deserve only more True freedom, never, something you'll never score