Ghetto Juice

For just 25 cents,
You could buy a plastic jug of liquid, 
So cold and sweet that it quenched,
And burned your throat,
Turned your mouth blue like a cold billy goat,
Other friends would quickly see and pay their fees like some sheep,
Then the whole hood was good, riding bikes with one hand down the street (the other hand holding the 0% juice),
One or two might complain and get pissed,
When the foil was jagged and cut up their lips,
I'd like to say that we recycled our trash, then rinsed and brushed our teeth,
But we just bought a bunch of Penny candy, ice cream and jerky beef.