Inner issues lead people to misuse,
selling their bodies, taking drugs they abuse
themselves they can't get no help their stealing off the shelves,
To survive in this life this crime is now rife,
young kids ruling the streets they're armed with a knife.
Inner Issues torturing peoples minds their trapped in this hell,
need a fix, looking for things they can sell,
to get through another day amongst this badness, you can see the real sadness in their eyes, you can hear their tortured cries.
They've become numb to this way,
I see it everyday, In the depths of their darkness I hear them pray,
for a better existence, you can feel their resistance to, change for the better from jail they write a letter, the rain is getting wetter.
Inner Issues their tortured by abuse, they can't call a truce to all of this abuse,
a slave to the devil, they're on a deeper level in this life they revel.