THAT POWDER DEATH

This place is seeping with meth,

friends fight and kill over that powder death,

Hateful - unfamiliar, rude and crude,

If you don't try it then you're a prude

It's your loss, maybe another time

Stare at me like I've commited a heinous crime

Bang! Bang! an officer's dead

Rick's shot, too, but not a tear's shed

"Verlon's dead. Verlon's dead!"

What will we do?

"Kill those boys; they should die, too!"

'Cause the only way to stop animosity is to create some more

There's people wanting rehab but can't because they're poor

That powder death causes it all,

But people are too shady to pick them up from their fall

Open your eyes - can't you see

If it wasn't for that none of this would be

Help those boys, don't throw them away

Clean up our streets and it'll stop today

You know those boys?

We love them too,

Locking them up won't mean we're through

Powder death is still on our streets,

Property will be stolen as soon as it depletes

"Eye for an eye" is what God said

But do you really think he wants them dead?

One life's enough over crystal meth,

so clean it up before it causes more death.