Troubled Teens
By Latina
At one time it was greatA bunch of kids having a good timeEach person with a different traitNot doing a single crimeThen as we all grow In rolls the POT!Our high times become a lowNow there's an empty lotScrewing up left and rightWe all separateIm just trying to look for the lightStaying up lateTo figure out which road to takeI just dont want my brain to bake Written July 19th, 2001 © on Jul 18 2001 05:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"At one time it was greatA bunch of kids having a good timeEach person with a different traitNot doing a single crimeThen as we all grow In rolls the POT!Our high times become a lowNow there's an empty lotScrewing up left and rightWe all separateIm just trying to look for the lightStaying up lateTo figure out which road to takeI just dont want my brain to bake..."