When the Crack Beast within,
Is Cast from the Crack Head,
It Lurks about in Crackville,
Awaiting the next Pheme.
So it Creeps back to Find,
John or Jane Doe,
On the Path of Rehabilitation.
So it Cruises through Crackville,
And gets both: Snow & Butter,
Cut down and Other: Residents,
Which said, “I Do To The Pipe.”
And they Bombrush in:
With a Drive-By Pipe,
For this Xcitizen of Crackville.
And the almost Reformed Addict,
Takes a Social Hit, on that
Chrome Plated Glock, and takes a
Pull on a Kibble and Bit Rock,
And Loses it All, as he takes
his Greatest Downfall.
For he said, “I Quit”, but everyone
Knows he Died, with a
Pipe in his Hand.
& the Last State of that Man/Woman,
Is Worse than the First. For at
First he was Hooked only with
Chains on the Brain,
But now he was just another,
Crack Head found Dead,
And Cocaine was the Blame.
Dedicated to Everyone: 08/23/95
We all are Related to a Crack Head.