Fentanyl

Bought an ounce down in Huntsville from an old friend of mine, He was hard up for money after doing some time, Said he got it from an old man he'd known a good while, Back before prison was a page in his file, So I sold a quarter to some kids that I knew, For a hundred dollar bill on the fifth day of June, When I picked up the paper that next Sunday night, I read that them boys were no longer alive, From that damned old fentanyl, It'll take you down when you ain't ready at all, There ain't no turning back from this, I'm going down for it all, That damned old fentanyl, There were blue lights outside when they kicked in the door, I had a good grip on my old fourty-four, Them footsteps came close and they yelled out my name, But I wasn't going easy and just living in shame, I took one last breathe as they drew in on me, They emptied them guns and put me on my knees, That gun in my hand fell to the floor, With all of its bullets still left in the drawer, From that damned old fentanyl, It'll take you down when you ain't ready at all, There ain't no turning back from this, I'm going down for it all, That damned old fentanyl, There ain't no turning back from this, I'm going down for it all, That damned old, yeah that damned old fentanyl,