Standing on a corner
cold to the bone
waiting for something to come
hungry and dirty it does not matter anymore
all normal values are long gone
the mind is locked in the thought
I have to get the powder that will make me warm
there is nothing else to think about

Where the fuck is my man
when will he come
I am so cold cold to the bone

Standing on a corner
with a little bag in his hands
looking for a quiet place to sit down
walks over to a park where he can be alone
opens the bag wondering what it is
he has never seen anything quite like this
it is white almost like ash it looks just like trash
but his man has never fooled him before
so he mixes his fix

Standing on a corner
he can see himself incredibly close and clear
sitting on a bench
completely blue in the face
China white has come to town
but he doesn't know that
he trusted his man
who did not care for some sucker's low life
so he never said a word about
that China white
can take away a man's life
so think well
before you buy or sell
because death
can come suddenly

Standing on a corner
offering death to you
almost for free
but you've got to let it be
that little bag will maybe take your life away
and if you survive one twice or three times
why risk anymore
just say no and walk away into a new life today