The plight and end game for a drug dealer.
They screaming stop, but I can’t stop,
It comes with the territory, running from the cops.
Extreme measures in a game ran by politicians,
Got me ducking for cover, scrambling for position.
Gotta be careful, before I come up missin’
Repetitive motions are often noticed by undercover cops,
Just before the dime drops,
For a minute your life stops,
Now you’re shackled down in a room 6 by 6,
with thick blocks.
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