A Drug Called Crack

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In the ‘70s we used to do smack

Today we are cursed with a drug called crack

Just one hit is all it takes

Next comes paranoia, geeks, then shakes

Ridiculed, scorned and shown no pity

Sleeping on park benches in the capital city

Haunted with nightmares of days gone by

You traded your life for a hit and a high

Your only objective in life is to score

And once that’s accomplished it’s time to get more

It’s a cycle of madness that everyone knows

Of endless rushes and tattered clothes

You are headed on a course straight to hell

But instead you wind up going to jail

Now filled with hostility, anger and hate

Not accepting that you chose your own fate

Faced with what some convicts dread

Being revealed as a stupid crackhead

Bragging about slinging that pack

Never admitting that you just smoked crack


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