Take those things I gave away back with you to hell,
There is nothing left in me to barter or to sell.
Tell your master my soul is his for just one night of rest
And I will be a testament; you are his legions' best.
Patiently, you watched for years until your fruit was ripe
And at my lowest point gave my lips this cursed pipe.
At first its' smoke seemed magic taking my worries away,
Then, it took all my dreams, a price too high to pay.
It took away my judgment; the good inside was bare,
Erased my love of people, made drugs my only care.
As I look into my tortured mind one thought comes to me,
The devil gives us nothing and nothing is ever free.
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