It all started with a birthday card
Now look at me
I'm a drug lord
With only one hundred dollars,
I've had my first puff
It also began with a broken... heart
Tch, stupid bitch
They weren't even worth my fucking love
I hear my friends saying over and over again,
"Oh, if only I could help you!"
Idiots
They didn't help me through shit
So much for having friends
The only things that make me forget are drugs...
My real friends
They're always there when I need them the most.
They help me forget
But only for a short amount of time
Sadly, all good things come with a price
A stupid decision, I know, but it helped me so much
How did I become a lord of drugs?
Easy
I murdered my local drug dealer and took their identity
A neighbor of mine taught me the ways of a dealer for beginners
I've learned their language of codes
I can't specifically tell you how to speak it
It's a secret
The only rule plugs these days follow
As time went by, I've earned respect
Now I'm a drug lord
I had a win - win situation with myself
I can get both drugs and money to get more
The catch... I haven't seen my family for six years
Yet, they never called me
Nor have I seen my face printed in public
So they never cared about me, huh?
I fucking knew it
Those fucking pieces of shit
About the one who broke my heart,
They're now working for me as one of my dealers
I wanted to do it
With the money and power I have, it's possible
I want to kill them all... everyone!
Why?
Because I'm bored
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