METHOD TO THE MADNESS
Meth is the fact of life you either snort or you hit the pipe Meth is breaking up your homes causing you to stay up all night long you say your not hooked but you need another hit so you call your friend Mr. credit you say give me some more until payday and you off in your room puffing away looking out the windows being paranoid thought you saw the cops maybed heard a noise Meth the only sport around where you don't need a team to get on down you see in the end it all seem a joke until you open your wallet and see that your broke all your possesions
everything you once owned either repossess pawn or sold.
Reggie Aka:HELLOWORLD STOP THE MADNESS ENJOY!
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