The
quick money
The
easy way to get it
The
people who make
They
don't see lives get dished in
It's
the money
It
makes the work
Give
it on the streets
The
addicts will dance on it
Do
they care?
About
lives in general?
Nay..they
want to dream
With
a world of nothingness
The
new recruits will join
Every
year many souls will fall
The
vacuum will be filled
The
drug makers will work
The
police facing it
The
crimes rate will increase
The
runners will get caught
Even
death will not deter them
Many
send to jail
Many
waiting to be hung
But
new ones will fill in
New
addicts will sweep the street
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