Introduced to marijuana smoke and white lines masked as a way to escape the everyday struggles that we face in truth it is the chains that binds us to a hopeless fake future the emancipation that seek we find in unfamiliar faces no good days we see, visions clouded by the boats that were to take us to freedom from the island of captivity, the white lines that lace the street to eternal sunshine condemn me further into this living hell as I hear my heartbeat growing faster I am racing against myself the collision course is set
collision course
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