Why did you want to leave and never achieve,
the goals that you had plan but let them blow from a fan.
The person that use to be would never do this to thee.
Give up all your dreams just because you started to sling.
With all the riches untold, some silver, some gold.
You took the short way out, not knowing how to get yourself out.
You made a commitment to the devil by selling that crack to the fellows.
You said, "I'ma quit!" but still sold some to that boy named Nick.
For a long time I tried to help but you just told me to step back.
"I got this under control" you kept saying,
but you saw how you couldn't take back your life.
They wanted more and more from each day until the day your couldn't pay out.
So they killed you right on the spot, without one little tear drop.
The next day their back on the streets, but they still don't weep.
Knowing that your life was unsuccessful made their life complete.