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