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Verse 1
    • He sits and stares as his dad lights/
    • Up on the crack pipe/
    • While Dad goes under he wonders what that's like/
    • And how come his Dad likes that more than real life/
    • They say at school he don't act right/
    • Reacts with violence 'cause that's what his Dad's like/
    • Hides in silence finds guidance from bad types/
    • He's losing his damn mind/ He's losing his damn mind/
    • Each packed pipe his Dad lights he's left so low/
    • He stays out escapes out till he goes home/
    • His Dad's high and asks why he's late home broke/
    • The kid's face with one blow to his nose bone/
    • Bites his tongue far too young now to fight back/
    • While he cleans up Dad goes out to buy crack/
    • Dad gets back says he's sorry their life's crap/
    • But there's a cure in this pipe son try that/
Hook
    • I'm sick and tired, beat up and down/
    • I strike out to fight the cold/
    • I'm split and wired, day in day out/
    • A lighthouse within my soul/
    • I'm sick and tired of struggling to breath/
    • And these crack pipe dreams won't set me free/
Verse 2
    • He sits and stares at the crack pipe/
    • Caught in a half life/
    • But more or less I guess we all know what that's like/
    • Friendships that capsized caught up on bad tides/
    • I guess we've all had our bad times/
    • Trying to stay grounded whilst standing on landslides/
    • He swallows pride follows lighters like lamplights/
    • He's out of his damn mind/ He's out of his damn mind/
    • He stands by and gets high as life passes/
    • Every time he gets lucid can't grasp it/
    • Every single toke he takes he swears that that's it/
    • Just another lost soul seeking his last hit/
    • And imagine it no magic trick can stop him snatching shit/
    • Just another addict it's savage this/
    • Life can bring challenges/
    • That make it a damn hell/
    • But we're lucky here we do the worse shit to our damn selves/
Hook
  • I'm sick and tired, beat up and down/
  • I strike out to fight the cold/
  • I'm split and wired, day in day out/
  • A lighthouse within my soul/
  • I'm sick and tired of struggling to breath/
  • And these crack pipe dreams won't set me free/