Rickety rickety the lorry speeds along
To keep up with the flashy cars, it must belong
The roads bumps and holes juggles us all
A warning of the danger ahead, an inevitable fall
A cry rents the air, not a baby’s wail
A mournful cry for its mother so frail
Too much blood she lost, hers a sad death
We got a baby but the mother’s life paid the debt
Solace we found in the world of drugs
It envelopes us in its cocoon, an impenetrable fog
Slowly but surely it becomes an addiction
Disaster’s son, death is heading your direction
Numerous women’s secret places have brought you pleasure
You carry a sword with no sheath, yet you explore
Your life hangs by a thread
Your way of making death a friend
We dance to death’s song
Except we realize our wrong
Man’s recklessness makes me fret
Let’s stop our dance with death
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