American Drug Cartel
Early one morning I saw a row of cars
They all parked in my neighbors yard
Wipe the fog off my glasses
I don't care, I'm too passive
Some would call me a liar
But my brother has been fired
For a few grams on the job
Paid in powder to mow the lawn
Michaels my neighborhood drug dealer
Has a van parked in my neighborhood
Shaded by an oak tree
Tinted windows scare me
When I came home from school
Saw my brother was sleeping
Spilled bag on the floor
Not sure if he's breathing
They all parked in my neighbors yard
Wipe the fog off my glasses
I don't care, I'm too passive
Some would call me a liar
But my brother has been fired
For a few grams on the job
Paid in powder to mow the lawn
Michaels my neighborhood drug dealer
Has a van parked in my neighborhood
Shaded by an oak tree
Tinted windows scare me
When I came home from school
Saw my brother was sleeping
Spilled bag on the floor
Not sure if he's breathing
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Writer(s): Elijah Lephart
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