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I remember the day when I first saw his eyes
and fell drunkenly in love with his charm
He soon introduced me to The Escape –
white li(n)es on a plate –
I didn’t think it could do so much harm.
He quickly fell out of money and asked me to help –
by then I’d forgotten the right to refuse
So he pulled me into The Life
and soon I only knew addicts, dealers and pimps.
“Baby I know you’re tired from your day at school,
but here’s a line so open your legs, will you.”
I was in The Game for 18 months, made it out alive, but I don’t know how to pick up my life.
Without the guns and the fists and the cocaine hits, it seems like a false fairie tale.
Because I know this girl, not far from here,
and I know that she’s still in The Game.
I walk through the hometown that I once loved and I only see crime.
I see dealers, pimps and houses of punters and lifes not worth a dime.
How can I sit by the water on a sunny day and enjoy it, when that’s where the end of my life began?