White powder.
Watch out they might catch you.
Watch out they won’t let you.
It’s dangerous, it’s freighting me.
I’m scared that I fail to see.
That it keeps occupying your mind.
Watch out cause they will find.
Find you and all that you do.
What would you tell them? You didn’t have a clue.
That it’s not illegal, that it doesn’t belong to you.
This excellent white powder, that you call your gold.
If they will catch I would say didn’t I told,
you to quit whit the stuff.
What do you think I don’t play bluff?
It would leave me all alone,
with a window between us talking true the phone.