The Meat Man

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The man I knew as the meat man was always on the grind
Hustling all day, trying to find the best white he could find
He had clientele from Miami all the way to Palm Beach
But usually could be found in Hialeah or South Beach
He was a throwback to the days of cocaine cowboys and Scarface
When drug money and corruption ran rampant all over the place
The little I knew about him was from what I heard about in stories
He came here in the 80’s and went from rags to riches and glory
He used to tell me stories about Cuba and of Miami in the past
He told me to get my mind right cause in this life it's all about cash
We used to hang out and he taught me how to play poker and pool
He told me not to be like him; don’t be a fool and focus on school
The streets can be hard and this game can quickly harden your heart
He said don’t even start; it’s alright to be educated and street smart
Listen to what I’m saying, if not a heavy price you’ll be paying
Start praying, because this life is the devil on Earth I’m portraying
You can gain the world and lose it all like a game of card playing
Turned out cards wasn’t my game but instead it was Russian roulette
I’ll never forget, when I asked him to sell to me, that look of regret
He must have been upset, but he saw in my eyes that I was deadset
He didn’t sell to me because he liked to, he warned me of what it might do
I went from weed to using white too, I saw it as high class and delightful
And even though he was my friend and sold me drugs I can’t be spiteful
I don’t have a right to; it was my fault when everything turned frightful
Now my friend Felo got sent to the pen, and won’t get out now until 2010
Someday, I don’t know when, I hope I can see my friend Felo again