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Vancouver's notorious downtown Eastside
I live in Vancouver's notorious downtown Eastside.
Where all hope is lost and not one ounce of pride.
What the junkies steal to survive the patrons swallow like a warm flowing tide.
What little money gets passed cause they get ripped off
It's what they do to survive and survive all costs
The blood money gets past to the closest dealer at hand.
This dealer sells them their poison usually to feed his own hand
The money continues far up the drug line
To the next scumbag dealer only selling for dime
He shells out this poison to have his fat stacks and rides
Never thinking twice of how many died.
It's right up the ladder the money does climb
To the next fucken scumbag standing in line
He lives in a penthouse imports right from Afghanistan
Wearing a suit n tie but in no way a real man
He drives a Mercedes an Escalade a Porsche
Selling the downtown Eastside poison so he can golf his course.
But I got news for you, you soul stealing farmer
One day they'll be retribution, one day you'll meet karma !
Published 21st Apr 2015
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Anonymous
3rd Jun 2015 2:59pm
amen..nice write Str8
