'tis you that I hold up in awe my precious ,
it is you that feeds the fuel
for my wretched flame,
If anyone else holds you
I get aggressively jealous,
Once I finish with thee
There's nothing but the shame.
When my friends inevitably clocked
I was blocked from their path,
Becoming that poisonous joke
who'd do anything for coke,
So different from the old days
loved as a mothered calf,
Now a burden on society
strangled quietly by the thick smoke.
A smoked filled coffin that I'll die in,
Rotting away till i'm no longer ripe,
Rock bottom of the barrel where you'll find my kind,
Like my friend Darrel who had a wife
and lost her when he picked up the pipe,
He couldn't live after that because crack takes your life and your mind,
The white mistress grabs the strands of dependency,
Paying the dues of addiction,
And now I’m a missionary
Collectively trying to help the ones that got on crack to get back from their hell,
The solemn crackhead is lost in a deep inescapable affliction,
A dark luminous well.
