Kewl

[Worst-trble-evr]

This was e-mailed to me one day thought it was kewl.





This is your life, so fucking intense


It leaves you wondering what happened, it doesn't make sense


Your folks have told you about the birds and the bees


So I'm going to tell you about the cops and the trees


Weather you slam it, snort it, suck it through a glass tube


The Meth Monster knows your sick


First it's your friends, then it's your wife


Your convinced you don't need them; they are trashing you life


Then one day you realize and see


They're all part of a conspiracy


You hide in your house, best friends you avoid


You're a strung out motherfucker, straight paranoid


Now this shit has taken a nasty turn


You jumped in the fire, and startrd to burn


What once was for kicks, now seems all so real


So you get a brainstorm and think "Hey I should deal"


Now your time is spent just making your rounds


You started with quarters, then ounces, now pounds


Now your in the Crankster' sick book


Knowing from the start there's going to be trouble


You sit spinning in your lab watching it bubble


Now your being watched by the Feds and DTF


You still wanna cook your meth


Then one night your minding your store


Twenty-one punk-ass policemen come crashing through the door


They bum rush you, stick a knee in your chest, SCREAM


Freeze you fucking junkie, you're under arrest


Now your going to court with your public pretender


You'd have a better chance sticking your dick in a blender


The judge won't make a deal, he'll give you twenty-life


So you call home collect, and your buddies fuckin' your wife


Now your walking the prison yard, you look back and reflect


How did my life get so fucked up and wrecked?


Then a flash in my head like a big neon sign says


I think I'll get out and cook one last time........