We scour the neighborhood
Looking for newcomers, fresh meat
With our bags of poison pills
We make promises of dreams sweet...
"Here look my candy is easy
Easy on your money, choice of use
Crush it... Inhale the smoke over foil
Use a spike and lose the Blues..."
We get our greatest laughter
Seeing a frozen corpse, spike in arm
Crackheads, junkies, going through clothes
We lied, drugs are not sweet life's no charm...
A grain is pure poison, a mico is near death
Little do they realize this sweetness
Is brought to them courtesy of the US
Now isn't that an opening at the border fence...
We are all over this rotten dirt ball
Buffalo Springfield said "Damn the pusher man"
Drugs will always be here easy to obtain
So to be free what is Your plan...
JJSweets 02Mar23 08:38hrs
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