It's the sweet things that kill you
That's what he said
Beware of the fruits or they'll leave you for dead

But How could this be one might ask?
Can the sweetest thing in life only be wearing a mask?
So beware of what you do and who you hang around
Cuz before you know it you could be tossed aside and on the ground,

Then, if you get up where will you be?
If it's the sweet thing that killed you,
You're a fool who couldn't see
Running your race as if you were Usain Bolt
You burned out to quickly before you even grabbed a hold
Of what matters

So don't waste your energy soaking in the sweet stuff
Keep a steady pace and your wits about you
Then maybe, just maybe, you will become
something of honor.