physical ailments are gone.
You're sitting on a cloud,
with a million dollar purse.
Feeling so free and well,
not a care in the world.
And then you come down.
Panic sets in,
got to get more.
so you sell your watch,
then your car.
you lose your wife and kids,
lose your home and job,
you'd sell the shoes on your feet if someone would buy them.
all for 20 dollars of crack cocaine.
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