A Phrase That Kills
Three minutes ******
How can something perceived special be illusive?
Reality check, does it really exist
East, West, and North to South they confess it
Early stages is like heaven, they say
Succumbing to their fleshly desire, they turn into monsters
Like monster rats wondering the trashy streets
Tormented by their cravings
The only thing in their minds
Is one round
They overlook repercussions
For as long as the craving is dominant
Unless the craving is curbed
That very moment the monster dies
Like ejaculation kills libido
Only the eyes will open
And see how dire is their circumstances
Users says the feeling is incredibly
Like nibbling on your old time crush
The first shot is awesome like Three minute ******
Drug Lord’s use the phrase to lure the inquisitive minds
To get them hooked and turn them into their slaves
Sober up, you with the inquisitive minds
Three Minutes of ****** in the drug world
It is a phrase that kills
And bind you with bad cravings
That will leave you with no hunger
For success
And hopelessness.
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