Late at night, out on the street
Pretending you have somewhere to go
Complete strangers, those you meet
It's rather obvious, don't you know
Phony cell phone, against your ear
A nearby car honks the horn
The local C-store is so near
A new deal about to be born
"What's that" the driver asks
Pointing to the bag you carry
You only smile about the task
A magic dust, a magic fairy
"You wanna fly a mile or two?"
She asks while still pretending
"You got some money, I'll show you,
This magic dust, unrelenting."
Out in the open, all can see
A transaction made without shame
A slave to the dust, no not free
Which of these two are to blame?
A connection was made,
An addiction fullfilled.
To the motel she wades,
As her Master has willed.
What's that you say, Lil' Girl?
This life's not what you expected?
Your stomach you say, about to hurl?
At the life, you have now erected
Keep fooling yourself, while you get high
It's entertainment and cheap thrills
Ignoring the fact, you barely get by
The effects to your body pays the bills
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