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Dime sack, quarter rock,

Gotta make money so I do the talk.

Paranoia, tweeking, geeked out,

Another blast is all I think about.

Baby needs food, light bill's due,

Another batch to brew.

25,45,75 CC's,

It all brings me to my knees.

I say just one more hit,

But I ain't ever been one to quit.

Deep sunken eyes, pounds shed,

Found out to late it was what they said.

Sliding back, losing hope,

All because of the dope.