One day I was walking, through the streets of the ghetto
As I was walking, in the ghetto one day
I spied a young druggie all lowly and muggy
All wrapped up in flannels and colder than clay

“I can tell by your outfit, that you are a playa
These words he did said, as he held out his hand
“Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story”
But I wouldn't sit there, so I would just stand

Before any other words he could utter
I pulled out my pistol, and blew out his brains
And stole all his money, his stolen drug money
Then just to make sure, I shot him again

Say's I, “I am sorry, for cutting mid-sentence,
But I haven't time for sad stories today
For I'm a drug dealer, and you're a drug stealer
Too bad for your loss, but your debt is now paid.”

On the top of his tombstone you'll see these words written:
“All of you young men, take a warning by me
And never go courting with the drugs of the city
The drugs of the city, were the ruin of me.”