B.R.E. Presents: "Gone Wrong"
A drug deal, something simple, a quick exchange of cash//
Get the new-b to watch on the corner, make him cover your ass//
A little lump is in your pocket, just yelling "Dont fine me!"//
A little rock of fun, the spice of life, life of the party//
A shady character walks up, eyes darting at you, looking for a gun//
Blood shot eyes, milk pale skin, you can tell he hardly sees the sun//
A casual "Whats up" and he can tel in your eyes//
That at that moment you are his savior, the god of illegal highs//
You stare at each other for a second, your heart starts to race//
You start to come back on yourself, selling fake rock to his face//
It had been simple, just throw some ingredients in//
Fuck what happens to this junkie, since when were you him?//
A slip of the hand exposes cash and with a quick nod//
You jet off into the corner of the alley, ready to finish the job//
You hand him the Ziplock, the bag to his relief of tension//
This guy was smart, he did something you weren't expectin'//
A lighter in his left hand a pipe is in his right//
A quick crack and crack cocaine smoke penetrates the night//
He gives one puff on his pipe, his eyes fly open//
The flour you had decided to mix in had his black lungs choking//
His hand reaches across, he had one but stupidly you had none//
It glints in his hand, the key to your demise...in his palm was a gun//
Now his eyes were watering, his lungs were rejecting//
What ever it was you put in that fake crack-like thing//
He demands what you sold him you search for a choice//
Of whether to lie or tell him the truth, but you cant find your voice//
it dies in your throat, bt out you choke that it was misunderstanding//
"Give me the good shit" he says...he wasnt asking he was demanding//
You hastily explain how you had no more, but you could give him H instead//
He wasn't having it, with a crack and Sudden Death he sends a bullet through your head//
holla back at me, ill return the favor
