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The bottom of New York City

Updated on November 30, 2013

Sniffing cocaine
white powder up your nostrils
kissing a bottle of whiskey
the world moves so slow
it's a bloody world
when that bottle goes smack.

Smoke some crack
it chases the pain through your veins
escape the world
it's a needle in your right hand
the dragon comes
swallows your soul
rats travel through the subway tracks.

Trains come rumbling
while you hide your gun
it's a nice flavor of pills
spray paint the walls
its a sign of your existance
wasting away in the bottom
of New York city.


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    • HattieMattieMae profile image

      HattieMattieMae 4 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

      Thank you teaches! appreciate your nice comment. :)

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      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      A great message for the masses.