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Injected With a Poison
Injected with a poison my body weak it's limp, forced to work the streets at the hands of my greedy pimp. Working through the night my body's bruised it's battered, All my hopes and dreams into a million pieces they've shattered. Tortured by the demons affected by the drugs, living in this cold dark place amongst these sleazy thugs. Got to find a way out I need to get away, they threaten me with death tell me I must stay. Injected with a poison thrown back into the game, selling myself to the devil i'm drowning deep in shame. Blocking out reality looking for a vein, standing on the dirty streets already feeling that drain. In another dimension I'm high as a kite, my will too weak to struggle on and win the fight. Injected with a poison I've become a modern slave, clinging on to hope trying to be brave. Locked up in this bedroom with women just like me, thinking of a plan to help to set u free. Turning on our pimp we stand and say no more, stabbing him in the chest he crashes to the floor. Injected with a poison together we are saved, the memories of this tragedy in me they've engraved.
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