You stand to gain
From this form of slavery
You're one of those who enables
These victims to put their lives in shambles
They fill their lungs
They fill their veins
They fill their nasal cavities
In hopes of escape
But it doesn't come without price
Substance is their vice
You care not for their slow degradation
Their bodies will betray them; deterioration
You see addiction and exploit it
You line your pockets as they pick their poison
I have seen the consequence of reliance on substances
When coming down they're like fiends anxious for their time to feed
Family feels a sense of dread, hoping that they're not dead
When they seek the peddlers of poison, nothing but death is on their horizon
They throw away their lives because you give them their supply
You stand to gain
From this form of slavery
You're one of those who enables
These victims to put their lives in shambles
They fill their lungs
They fill their veins
They fill their nasal cavity
But it's no escape