[Verse 1]

Pages of pain on this journal of life

Being cut by this serrated knife

Call it Tylenol or morphine with

Teenagers on the pro scene

Go to sleep with some codeine

Killin' younguns with eternal sleep

Syringe needles are poking deep

Facin' the post calculus reaction

I only ask is this satisfaction?

The only shit that I've seen as effect of the drugs, guns, sex is a broken silhouette

And well son, as a matter of fact, once you go down that road, there is no coming back

And well you may as well do it cuz there's no stopping you is there, my young Judas?

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[Verse 2]

And now you come back with those dilated pupils

It's like you're in a hurry, gotta tell me something crucial

Sweat drippin' and your skin has surely faded white

Stuttering and mumbling, a cadence, you were in a fight?

So that's what happened, you pulled a knife and stuck it in

He starts to slowly smile, in despite of what has happened

He pulls out the needle, and I see what he's been taking in

A gram of crack cocaine, a tenth of powder heroine

He pokes it deep inside the vein and starts to shoot it up

His eyelids are aflutter when he tells me there is something wrong

Of course there is, I say, but there is something different about him

And not too later, the doctor's left announcin'

Death