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.