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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

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