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HOW DRUGS CAN DESTROY A LIFE


Submitted:Jul 11, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I WROTE ADDICTION TO WEED; BECAUSE THIS NICE INDIAN BOY THAT USE TO HANG AROUND MA BOYS NEVER HURT ANYBODY, A REALLY NICE BOY BUT HE DEALED WEED AND IT GOT HIM SHOT CAUSE SOMEBODY HAD BEEF WITH HIM FOR SELLING ON THEIR TERRITORY SO IT MAY HAVE OFFEND SOMEBODY BUT WHEN THE STREETS STEAL THE LIFE OF YOUR KID OR SEE A GUT PERSON SHOT OVA SOME STUIPID WEED A DRUG YA MIGHT FEEL DIFFERENT.SORT OF SAD A KIDS LIFE WAS STOLEN OVA A DRUG

one two three
ya know wat it be
ima tell a testimony
this is how it goes
lost up in in tha club hanging wit hoes
running into somebody so high from tokin on chinchilla
i said," you going to get served by me rapzilla
with love i said you're living a life ya dont deserve
it's time to knock darkness off it's throne
let's open the light zone
dont always have darkness looking ova your shoulda
let's come outta of nowhere and hit it like a boulda
bam bam
them lieing spirits let's slam
darkness i killeth
from my tongue the cup of wisdom spilleths
i gotta a flow so sweet
im glowing from the top of my head to soles of my feet
braking them chains
spreading tha holy ghost rain
let's get on a roll
about time to free some of them souls
from tha word here's your first piece of bread
open your ears and let it sink into your head
take heed
evil wishes to spread it's seed
hoping upon it you shall feed
the result of causing many to bleed
the thing to do is block it out
dont even give it a chance to sprout
you ask me what i consider evil seed
i would say it's what they call weed
it steals from life
on the streets it causes strife
many have a weed addiction
the sum of the cost is affliction
a price for a girl being sold into the glamorous life of a stripper
feeling as if her soul is continously being raped and stolen by jack the ripper
a price for a boy
street dealing and banging in a gang
now sitting in jail with permanent record finding out in life that wasn't best thing
the root of this seed living high and rich
on the other hand to weed you're just the slave digging the ditch
at the end of the day that weed don't care anything about you as long does it's job
which it is from life to rob




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