T hree minutes ******
H ow can something perceived special be illusive?
R eality check, does it really exist
E ast to west, from North to South they confess it
E arly stages is like haven, they say
M oved by craving one turns to a monster
I rresponsible and reckless
N ot a bit would he stop and think about repercussions
U nless the craving is curbed
T hat very moment the monster dies, like
E jaculation kills libido for a
S hort while
O ffenders of drug laws
R efer to their very first shot as 3 minute ******
G angs use the phrase to lure the inquisitive minds
A nd add them to their mule’s list once they are addicted
S ober up you with the inquisitive minds
M inutes of ****** in a drug world, is delusional.
Oh dear friend of mine
I need to tell you about me and my wine
It always goes down so smooth
All of my cares it does soothe
Then when I go home
To my frig I do roam
Inside another bottle of wine does set
So needless to say another glass I get
Then my eyes starch to blurling
Ants my worchs starch to slurching
Jist wunch I tellch waach agret friegs zha ares
Angs jist menbers thizisg way i donst goes ta bars
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