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Rocks

Copping blocks, chopping rocks
Stacked up on a shiny mirror,
Snow white powder - hearing louder
Talking faster, seeing clearer.

Ringing ears, no more fears
All amped up I'm feeling stronger,
Coming down I get unwound
Wish this shit would last much longer.

One more hit, such good shit
Wonder what it's like to shoot,
I take a shot and blow my top
This high is fly and absolute.

Need to slam another gram
Tolerance is getting higher,
Need a plan to make a gran
Become the seller not the buyer.

Selling rocks to thugs and jocks
For kids I put my shit on sale,
Big time bucks, But outta' luck
The popo threw my ass in jail.

Doing time, dream of lines
And rock piles in a silver spoon,
There's no doubt when I get out
I'll mainline cocaine very soon.

The day is here I'm free and clear
But homeless and I'm destitute,
No cash for coke, I'm flat ass broke
Guess I'll have to prostitute.
Written by mikemason (White Tiger)
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