They had to tear down the building
They were cookin up the meth
They had to relocated the children
What a damn shame that it is.
They had to take the adults
down to the county jail
they had to take all the children
To a cps kind of hell
Another broken family
Another broken life
Damn I hate this broken world
I wish we could do right
They had a bad deal go wrong
a bad drug deal four people gone
hear the shots come through the walls
and blood everywhere down the halls
they had a drug overdose in the complex
too much herion and too much meth
too many thugs rollin drugs for sale
and it leads to so many deaths
Pictures of my children still fresh in my mind.
How I long to be near them spend a little of my time.
My youngest says he prays for me to come home soon.
He's ben counting the days and made a place for me in his room.
My oldest says he misses me and wants for me to play.
If he only knew the penalty its not worth it for me to stay.
My wife she seams so scared frietend beyound belief.
While the only thing I've feared is her asking me to leave.
When lifes innocense is stripped from your hands.
The consequences more than you understand.
You'll be traped in your own hell.
Caused by disbelief.
Then your eye's will start to swell.
With no tricks left up your sleeve.
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