Abracadabra

Skeletons in the sand rolling dice
A wizard walks over with an escape from life
He's well supplied, he has every concoction
He opens up shop and begins to auction

With this potion I promise eternal bliss
Making everything clear inside of the mist
Your peer pressure is now just an illusion
I offer friendship even in seclusion

If your future is bleak, or down on your luck
With this pendant alone who needs luck
To raise your spirits and keep the gloom at bay
Snort this concoction each and every day

Now wallowing in the mud will no longer suck
All you ever wanted is now in your touch
Your future has now become painted
Your life is now to be sainted

Same skeletons shooting craps
Same wizard with a different rap
His robe has been changed for street clothes
There's also a different pitch that he composed

You know the lingo
You've heard it before
Buy 3 for a dime
I'll give you one more

I'm your man to fuck with
I've got the best all around
Any crew invading my turf
I'm laying their asses down

This is more than a business
More than how I feed my kids
I'm more than willing to die, homeboy
Or do another bid

We heard the pitch
We like what we like
We curled up with a pipe
And then turned out the lights