Take the drugs off the top shelf
What a variety?
What colors and flavors
You are somebody
What a mixture to take across town
Getting confused on purpose
what have you to lose
It´s worth it
Pepper and salt
and spices
just enough to get lost young people excited
hand reaching around the top shelf for the forbidden
in those bags are the strangest gimics
The ones you think will make you individual
you are somebody stoned
You are nothing but stimulated hormones
In the bag of narcotics
where addictions and peril lurk
Uncertainty calling you
friends urge you to open the colorful little packets
Across town you get lost chasing friends
lose yourself in the shop corners
some intoxicating game of pretend
Doing this doesn´t make you somebody
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