Me Ma Was a Crack Head

Me ma was a crack head when I was a pup, Everything she tried doing completely f*cked up, She'd buy a new mobile next day take it back, Like nothing else mattered 'long's she got her crack, Me ma was a crack head and each day she tried, To quit but it fell like the crack tears she cried, When she had the urge there was really no doubt, We all dreaded the minute her bits had run out, Me ma was a crack head,when Christmas time came, She did what she had to,went out on the game, To ensure Christmas morning our dreams were complete, And always we got the best toys in the street, The best clothes and trainers,came from Santas sack, Even if it meant she'd ended up with no crack, Me ma was a crack head and crack was her game, And yes us kids often hung our heads in shame, But those days we were too young to understand why, Didn't realise that crack would someday make her die, Wish that we'd known back then what we've come to know now, And that we could have helped her just didn't know how, Me ma was a crack head and smoked crack all day, Never bothered with drugs lest they're stamped with class A, Once she starts on the crack pipe she seldom looked back, Me ma was a crack head and loved smoking crack, But with all of those years of wrecking her head, She's no longer a crack head cause now me ma's dead.