little sister

Little Sister

I heard you went to Mr So and So

Knock knock knocking

on his door again last night

Said you needed it bad

You know that ain't right

'Cause so many times

You've come to me cry cryin'

Trying to stop

You said it hurts so bad

But please don't let you

Go back for more

with no soul

a role she has learned to play

in a world today where

nothing else matters

but it matters

we gotta' start feeding our souls

not our addictions

or afflictions of pain

to avoid the same questions we must

ask ourselves to get any answers

We gotta start feeding our souls

have been lost

to the millions of thoughts

who feed on addiction

selling pills and what's hot

I wish I could save her

from all their delusions

all the confusion

of a nation that starves for salvation

but clothing is the closest approximation

to God and He only knows that drugs

are all we know of love

Everyday we starve

while we eat white bread and beer

instead of a handshake or hug

We spill the pills and sweep them

under the rug