What We Know

We know you're smoking MJ again;
We can smell it coming from the back room.
You sit in your box, ready to hide
because of what the "popo" can do to you.

But we're not scared of the cops,
we're scared of your self-infliction.
Your life of covering up
has only led to a deeper addiction.

So we continue to grow up,
still watching you constantly cower.
Your paranoia of being caught
makes you look out the window at every hour.

You know that this is all wrong,
this feeling of helpless dependency,
but you can't get out of the grave you jokingly dug,
creating a sense of urgency.

So your life of trying to feel high
has set you to an all-time low.
And you'll try to deny it 'til the day you die,
but you can stop lying, because we already know.