Drug dealer Killer
Life of Dealer
you are a life stealer
from the start
you have no heart!
you ride your fancy car, suffle you bunch of bills
but you life isn't going uphill!
You kill the kids with your bad drugs!
you kill those who steal you drugs!
yet you claim you need to deal as you drink from a coffee mug!
Tonight there will be no hug
for the child whose parent died of overdose
or for the kid whose parent you had killed!
you say it was their will
thst led them to your drug hill!
But one day the mark of Cain will come your way
and it'll be the end of your days!
your conscious is gone
You justify and think you can do no wrong but
here comes the end of your song
maybe in prison or maybe your life will end
and then in your sin
burn drug dealer burn forever
so go ahead say whatever it will never
but trust me
live long enough the Mark of Cain will get you
Thou shall not kill as Cain killed Abel his brothet
so shall you be
wear the mark of shame!
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