Kids These Days

I'll give you just a nickle
To get out of this pickle
Drugs give you a tickle
But your brain will start to trickle
Fried until its slime
You need to get back in line
Before your out of time
Tequila and a lime
Will set you far behind
Drunk out if your mind
Substance has you in a bind
hope is what you need to find
Butt out that cigarette
Are you listeing to me yet?
Gambling is more than a bet
Itll bury you in debt
Prostituion is a blood stained bed
What a life that you have lead
Better get back in your head
Or else youll end up dead