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So now little one you've grown tired of the rest. All my friends like, Grass, LSD, Acid and Hash. Now someone pretending to be your friend, meets you at the door and says. "Hey, come on in. I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, we've been seeing each other for some time."
As you enter the room you smell something strange. It's the kind of smell that could drive you insane. He leads you around to a table in back, and he says, "I want you to meet Cocaine's little sister, this is Miss Crack."
You stare at the table but very soon, your mind begins to feel strange from all the vapor fumes. You hear a voice in the back of your mind, and she says,"I'm real easy and not hard to find. But baby before you follow me just let me tell you how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave, I've sent much stronger people than you to their grave. You think in your lifetime you've had some hard knocks, but baby it's nothing compared to my little rocks.
You take the glass tube with me inside, and you heat me up until my vapors rise. Then quick as a wink you inhale me deep, and lean back for a rush so sweet.
You'll need lots of money before I'm easily sold, because baby I'm much more expensive than gold. You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck, you'll turn into someone vile and corrupt. You'll mug and steal, you'll sell your body and soul, just to inhale the fumes from my little glass bowl.
The day you realize the monster you've grown, you'll swear and promise to leave me alone. But once you've got that mystical knack, then sweetie, just try getting me off your back. The craving and obsession is much to strong, if you think you can get away, baby you're wrong. The desire to have me is very great, you'll come to me again, so I'll patiently wait.
There's no other way and there's no need to look, for deep down inside, you will know you are hooked. You'll desperately turn to the pusher, and then, you'll welcome me back into your lungs again, and when you return just as I foretold, once again you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart, and you'll be all mine until,

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