Cocaine

Brilliant pure white Columbian marching powder
It made me rich and richer
By the week, by the day, by the hour
Cocaine, cocaine sends some insane
They say don't get high on your own supply
When it is too late, you realise why
Up your nose or in your vein
Either way, it kills your brain
Politicians talk and talk about the war on drugs
But behind closed doors, some take it all the same
Just like all the other addicted mugs
Dealer kills dealer to own a patch
So they take it themselves to show their customers its good shit
Fifty grand for a kilo, or fifty quid for half a gram
Heading for an early grave
Or if you are lucky a long prison sentence
Leave it for the wealthy bankers
To launder the money like stupid wankers
If ever you are offered a white-line
Turn it down flat and you will live a life that is true
Cos av been there believe me you

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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