Hundreds of people
Torn apart
Shredded lives
Forty years of pain
Separation
Sorrow
Fear
And isolation
All because one a-hole
Gave my brother Shawn
A bad bag of dope
And my nephew
He broke the chains
Of the family curse
But I seem
To be a victim of it
In my own life
Of lovelessness
I am straight edge, not on any drugs.
However, the way I was raised was as a result of this tragedy.
As far as I know he wasn't an addict, either, and hasn't been since.
It only takes one bad bag to ruin a mind.