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Drug dealers remorse

My first apprentice was a drunken kid
He had the ambition to make more money than I did
Four months of my life wasted
Lost his drive the first line of dope he tasted
This shit ain't a game
Slinging dope for money or local fame
It will consume your whole life
No friends no family gotta make that money your wife
A life so empty
Safety off just waiting for some punk to tempt me
I've had this life since birth
It's beyond me why anyone would want this curse

Written by Dead_Poet
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