BAG OF TROUBLE
I bought a bag of trouble
at the corner of 33rd.
The place was buzzing
people coming as
lookouts spread the
word.
I bought a bag of depression
insomnia, lack of life.
The bag was small
the price was high.
I should of thought
twice.
I bought a bag of trouble
at the age of 17.
I thought I was cool,
I thought I was down
my life had just begun.
I bought a bag of trouble
just the other day.
My product is different
my thoughts have changed
and now im 41.
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