my mind is hazzy because the hour is late,
plus I've consumed way too much wine,
Love telling stories to anyone who listens,
is it time, for just one more line,
white powder not for the baby's behind,
not to be used for old sweaty feet,
motivate the senses that have gone lazy,
150 bucks on the street,
be very careful, about who you tell,
some can't wait, to drive a thorn in your back,
you just might find, your own private hell,
smokes worse yet, they come by the pack
So just where exactly, do you mark the line,
just how large is the mess in your life,
I suggest, you take a long long look,
the Powder line can cut like a knife
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