The Eastside lyrics

On 8th street avenue b on the east side there stands a man selling death to the passerby wicked white evil in powder form 20 bucks what a rush shoot it up into your arm young girl looking for affection gives him temptation wrong direction she bought it up cooked it up into her rig she drew it up tied the knot veins popped blood clot she can`t stop oh well early the next morning out again hungry for the same thing after 20 months of sickness and addiction friends call her bluff habit needs attention out patient clinic says take a number counselor says you must be 18 years or older can`t be sick what`s the use xanax percosets and now they got you in an institute instead of being hooked on the dope from the streets now she`s hooked on the methadone for free well now she wakes up early in the morning straight to the clinic to get her prescription some of the lives are violent violence only begets violence violence only leaves me violent.