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Born in the era of policy terror, where error gets buried in legal appearance

They wrote it in ink, then they sold it as thinking, but missing the human experience

The Controlled Substance Act, yeah that’s the axis they snapped when they mapped out addiction and fear

A classification system that prisoned the symptom while politicians disappeared

Richard Nixon lit the fuse and then smiled while the news called it “law and order”

But order for who when the tools that they use turn a user to numbers and borders?

They drew up the line, then they locked up the minds of the people they swore they’d protect

While communities fractured, the strategy crafted a pattern of systemic neglect

Then came the next wave preaching the “just say no” like it solved every structural hole

Ronald Reagan expanded the damage, branded the panic, then packaged it straight to the soul

Minimum sentences stacking like prison was fashion, compassion was rationed and sold

So the cycle persisted, the victims enlisted in systems that mimic a hole

Fast forward the tape, different face, same debate, now the stage has a new kind of snake

Donald Trump on the mic talking tough on the fight, but the pipeline still breaking the same

Different slogan, same ocean of broken emotion, just oceans of votes in the game

While the streets keep on bleeding, the people are needing a reason the healing can claim

I’m breaking the cadence, erasing the statements that painted addiction as criminal stain

It’s never been morals, it’s markets and portals that profit on pain in the brain

The war is a concept that Congress can launch but it’s always the people who pay

So I spit like a hammer, dismantle the grammar that kept every answer at bay

No glamor in damage, no balance in banning the plant but allowing the pharma to reign

If healing’s the goal then you gotta control the whole story that’s written in legislative chains

So I’m aiming the syntax at systems that syntax the poor into permanent strain

And saying it plainly: you cannot sustain a war on your own human vein

End the war on the drugs, start the war on the shrug that accepts it as just how it goes

Rebuild from the rubble, reduce all the trouble by cutting the roots of the code

Let the people decide what gets criminalized, not the cycles that feed on control

Till the rhythm of justice replaces the justice that used to imprison the soul