Behold you people, for I am King Crystal. Known to man as a chemical pistol.
When you first smoke me you'll quiver and quirk. I come from a lab where scientists work.
I'm a world known force and all know it's true. Smoke me once and you'll know it too.
All nations have gathered to plot my destruction, for I am a chemical of crime and corruption.
I come in shards or powder, bitter to taste, when you think you've gained your life is a waste.
Yes I come in shards or powder but deadly to use, once you've smoked me you'll only abuse.
I've captured men's wills and destroyed their minds, I'm the cause of brutal crimes.
I make a school boy forget what he seeks, I turn a square boy into a crystal freak.
In little baggies, I find my way, a pipe, a spoon, a small razor blade,
And pretty soon you'll realize that I am King Crystal dilator of eyes.
For some I make a profit, 5 or 10. I'll put a man in trouble, tell on a friend.
Those greedy few who slam and boast, I'll kill off quick with a lethal dose.
You may quit me, but not in haste, I am King Crystal, you'll come back for a taste.
All who smoke me will tell you it's true, you'll try to quit, yet only pursue.
But if you stay, it could be worse, for many times you'll cry and curse.
There will come a time when you'll want no more, you'll swear at me, you'll throw me to the floor.
Then the twitches come and your nerves start to ache. You'll soon be on your knees begging for a break.
Without a good bump, you'll go through hell and only King Crystal can make you well.
Now you suffer all parts of my game, Lay in discomfort and squat in pain.
Awake in the morning, hungry and weak, Rant and rave and beg for me.
You'll cry for me on bended knees, Curse me by name defy me in speech
But you would still smoke me if I were in reach.
You've heard the story about King Crystal Deadly as bullets in a 38 pistol.
This testimony isn't a joke, if you abuse me, you'll certainly croak.
You've heard my warning and didn't pay heed, so take on me and smoke me in need,
So get tight in the saddle and ride me well
For the white horse of Crystal, will take you to hell
By Bill Schellenberg
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