Citrus County's fentanyl

Citrus County shadows, they bleed into the dawn,

Fentanyl fog where the innocence gone.

Needles in the dirt, whispers in the pines,

Every street a gravestone, etched with the lines.

Bodies on the pavement, the pills they crushed,

Dreams dissolve to powder, hope turned to dust.

Sheriff's lights spin, but they never slow the flood,

The river runs black, it’s thicker than blood.

It’s the painkiller, the dream spiller,

Hollow veins, the soul driller.

Citrus turns sour, no sweet in the scene,

A motherf***ing fentanyl crime scene.

Empty houses scream where the families split,

Kids raising kids in the echo of the hit.

The sun burns hot, but it don’t cleanse sin,

The devil set up shop, and he’s cashing in.

Highways hum low with the weight they bear,

Trafficked in the night, despair in the air.

A ghost town pulse, heartbeat in decline,

Fentanyl's the preacher, and the sermon’s a line.

Capsules crack open like Pandora's curse,

Each pill a promise, each promise gets worse.

Mothers bury sons, fathers drown in gin,

The cycle spins faster, no one can win.