Path Of Choice

What's the first thing at mind when you hear of a curse.
Summoned from the devil, you'd think of nothing worse.

That's where my kind differ.
Religion would say we work for a demon.
Weather its shops you rob.
Of gear to flog off.
They say we've got a curse of evil.
We accept the label of selling our soul.
Heart colder than ice.
Ice color change to dark coal.

When the cursed arise to do a crime of choice.
The life I walk of the trade of sales.
Making my profit from reading point zero scales.
Society is always first to put on TV false tales.

But we run in the darkness of the night.
Always on edge a mess a drug infused wreck.
But when I look through my eyes at this reality of drugs.
Weighing up bags to point eight.
Spread point boondys in the bag to make a half weight.

Standard price never ever tick don't even think twice.
As sneaky as a thief.
We watch as families of customers mourn and grieve.

The loved ones that had been spat, cracked trapped by our jungle world.

I accept my fate but made a mistake.
Brought a girl into my world.

I never ment to swim this far.
Delivering snow 24/7 in our little white car.

The money is good we do it smart.
Until our scatter kicks in.
And rips the business aprt .

The drug kicks in paranoia suddenly starts.
Voices are coming and darkness appears.
I speak to the devil anxiety puts me on a bad level.

Shot ring up a point or more.
Fu k it we say let's put more in make it four.

Most nights are cruizy for us.
Make our money if there's no violence that's a plust .

But never forget trust and loyalty is a must.

So theres an iSight to my path of choice.
I best stop now rest my crown.
While runners and muggers go do their thing.
Making cash an evil possessed way.

I wish it would stop.
I'm in to deep there is no walking away.