A poem about the effects drugs can have.
At first you say,I won’t do it no way,
I won’t put anything up my nose.
But then you do, no time to spare,
I guess now you just don’t care.
1 line, 2 lines, 3 and 4,
now you’re starting to crave it more and more.
Will that be the last line you’ll ever do,
Will that be the line that’s gonna kill you?
But you do it even more and you’ll never know,
which line’s gonna take you down below.
But you do it day in day out,
and sooner or later your clock’s gonna run out.
Then you do your finale line,
your so happy, you feel just fine.
But then it hits you it does something to ypur brain,
you die very shortly, oh what a shame.
But in the last couple minutes you think of your son,
then you think God what have i done.
I can’t believe this, I said I never wouldn’t,
I guess I should’ve said that I really shouldn’t.
If you would have listened to me and done what I said,
today you might not b dead.
You wouldn’t have left your lovely son,
you wouldn’t have ever done what you done.
But you snorted your finale line,
and now just look at what you left behind.
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