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The Need for Speed
We're sick of being tired~~we all want to get wired
We all want to tweek and stay up for a week!
The lights are always on, we are constantly awake.
We go to people's houses to see what we can take.
We scrub our carpets with a brush, our floors with a rag.
We clean our house for hours, then chase down the bag.
We're paranoid and skits, but not afraid of Death.
Scandalous and Dishonest, but loyal to our Meth.
At times we are confused, we can't seem to understand
What's happened to our lives, why we're outcast of the land.
At times we act so crazy, people think we are insane
Irrational thoughts are always running through our brain.
What a high it is, for those of us who deal,
Slinging all the cutter, so we can do the real.
We come up fast~we make money by the scores
Everyone's our friend~ we're surrounded by bag whores.
We all end up in prison; wondering how this hole was dug.
We blame it on society, cause we're loyal to our drug.
While in prison, we build our bodies and improve our stature
We get out on parole, again go manufacture.
We don't care about our health; We're not worried about going back
We don't care about our lives, cause we're loyal to the sack.
So I sit here in jail, unable to get high
I take it like a man, it's no time to cry.
Soon I'll be back out, and tempted by the Meth
I'll have to be much stronger, or be loyal to my death.
By Kim |
