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White Powder
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Series This young man, this teenager
Yeah, you know the guy
The heartthrob, the hero
Apple of every girls’ eye
The one who could save the game with just one play
And earn 10 scholarships by the end of the day
On the outside you’d think that he has it all
But underneath the glory, this boy must fall
This boy, this hero who gets all acclaim
Is drawn to white powder
Like a moth to the flame
The snowy white line
Spread smooth across the glass
Entices him, calls his name
He cant resists, so he plays the game
The game of sweet addiction
Of the drug given bliss
He inhales it into his nose
His body begins to lift
Into the clouds and into the sun
And with a crash, he falls
Its over and done.
