The Drug Called Peer Pressure

The Drug Called Peer Pressure

Out with the people you call the bros

Not knowing that soon enough they’ll become foes

Bout to hit the lowest of your lows

Getting peer pressured to do sh*t

Your homies thinking it’ll be lit

Without thinking about the mess

Trying to not become less

Hiding your true self

Deep within a bookshelf

Thinking that if you don’t do something you’ll be labeled a wimp

Not knowing what to do

Trying to escape by making an excuse

But you lose

Ain’t that as messed as h*ll

Makin us fail

Doing some bad things cause of peer pressure

Consequences coming for sure

Hearing the sirens of the police coming faster than a bullet

Trying to run away but you’re stuck

Out of breath and out of luck

Trying to battle your way out

But you have been found out

Now you’re getting cuffed

Knowing you have to abdicate

Now being held in an interrogation room

Feeling like a dead flower that couldn’t bloom

Parents are home trying to relax

Afterall they’re stuffed and feeling like everything is wax

With all the problems they're facing

Now they're worried about their son not being home

Asking their friends

Not getting much from them, putting on some lense

Trying to see the bigger picture from what they discovered

Feeling pondered

About what just happened

Having the feeling of abnegation

Thinking what could’ve happened to make this an abomination

Calling the police to see if they can help them find their boy

Only to find out their boy was playing with a toy

Never thinking that he would have a bong

Beginning to feel like they were being covered in deep fog

Not knowing he never touched an inch of the pipe

That stuff don’t go with his type

Of his character but still in a sense of tribulation

Parents asking the boy about what the hell occurred

But the boy is seeing everything in a blurred

Being covered in a blanket of disappointment
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