are we really alive anymore?
when heroin and crack are all we live for
this place where we are is not our home
merely a place where Alex once roamed
we leave behind the things we’ve done
and try to cover last night’s runs
all in all we are a ghost
of the one drug we loved the most
is this how our lives will end?
these wounds we have will never mend
the things we do to gain our “freedom”
when we know it’s not about where we come from
so we walk away from what’s unfair
and take too much time smelling the Detroit air
and in the end we will be free
but until then we’ll both buy our disease.