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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