Below is the poem entitled CIGARETTE SMOKE IN THE WIND which was written by poet
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Have you ever noticed a coca leaf or poppy field plantation
within city limits? Can you visualize the enslaved
that would work those fields? The real bad guy,
disappears like cigarette smoke in the wind!
Here's the portrait of truth...
not the one thats been Photoshop'd into your beliefs...
This is as sexy as it gets!
Commodity is King...
Inner-city kids are viewed as the sole proprieter
To the drug pandemic..not so
They don't even sell it...it sells itself?
What they are is slaves, that would take lashes
That bare scars to their newborn.
Master(politicians), loaded his plane on foreign soil
And unloaded the commodity upon the Metropolitan Aboriginals
what he didn't expect the Aboriginals, all,
would not develop a sweet tooth for nose candy!
Some would become Hero's for never powdering their nose
Or defiling their masculinity by putting the glass genital to his lips...
Master didn't anticipate the pawn making it to the other side of the board,
gaining power and a surreal prominence.
No one dreams of being a curb-server( Street Pharmacist)
But money walking up to you,
Is a marketing genius...compared to wish'd sandwiches!
Before master and their foreign constituents,
Cocaine was a word, at best, a picture.
Man made snow...along with it a recipe,
To cook up an instant high...The media named her "CRACK"
The Aboriginals didn't name The Master's baby!
NOW LETS REWIND...
DUMB ASS drug dealers couldn't have possibly
engineered this ingenuity....who accidentally mixes baking soda,
coca powder (after bring extracted from a green leaf),
and H20, with the element of heat? Chemical engineers?
I'm sure it wasn't the Aboriginals, with a public Christopher Columbus education
" A LITTLE PHOTOSHOPPING AND IT BECOMES CLEAR"
It wasnt until the Children of politics fled their picket fences
And was welcomed into the land of The Aboriginals
For recreational use that laws would change,
Punishable to where the murderer paroles, before the drug-smith.
The crack houses are the Wal-Greens, Wal-Marts, CVS'...
Where addiction is a prescription from a Dr.
who invests in the stock, he's prescribing... that will never heal the ailment!
24 hours, 7 days a week, including holidays, rain, snow, or sleet,
They're accumulating more fiends legally!
THE MASTER, IS THE CIGARETTE SMOKE IN THE WIND
Commodity is KING!
By, Scribe ML