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She lives down the block. In that beautiful corner house. She hardly comes out. She doesn't have to, everyone goes to her, for she has the witch's brew...
Come complete, don't come short and bring your spoon, cause you're in for a treat. A taste of the witch's brew...
Life is being cruel; your woman's being unfaithful, you've lost your job, we've got a bag full of excuses as to why we need to have the witch's brew, one more time...
Your mind is blank, your nodding out, but always be alert, cause you can't exist without the witch's brew...
The hustle becomes a part of the life; Rob and steal, lie and cheat, better done while theres still a little of the witch's brew, cruising through your veins...
A painful, depressing wasteful life is what you're in for, if you become a slave to the witch's brew. Hitting rock bottom and still falling. A life reeking of accepted sorrows, with mementos of a wasted life...
You'll be led into the sweetest deception imaginable, where the only one you're deceiving is yourself...
It's A life and death battle, so we need all the help we can get, to take off this chain from around our lives, that won't be satisfied, 'till we're dangling from the end of it...
