People are turning towards drugs
When they really need hugs

They need to get high
They be shootin up in their thighs

They need that brief happiness
Because all they have is sadness

They had broken homes
Pain like broken bones

They dropped out of schools
People treat them like fools

They live on the street
Blisters with no shoes on their feet

They wander
With nothing to ponder

They have no jobs
So they turn towards mobs

They turn to crime
The bank bells chime

They fall into jail
With no money for bail

They seek help
But all they can get out is a yelp

They are released from prison
but the life they hope for isn’t

No one to embrace
No family to face

They turn to drugs
when all they need is hugs

They need...