' Drugs '

You looking for something to ease your Pain Or make-believe It takes you to the Top of Your Game… Think You can handle … too much of a good Thang’ Too Bad… Too late, You’re Hooked… Crying Shame Got You Laying Down and Lying ‘Round, like a Rug … that’s why they call it… Drugs ! Riding Round, from one end of Town to the Other Got You Hunting, like a Hound-Dog, or A Mother … Why You working 38 hours a Day? Energy, has Up, Up, Up – Gone Away You know you can’t stay-on, … wake-up… Hey! Have you ever seen a Junkie’s Police – Mug ? … that’s why they call it… Drugs ! Don’t let Nobody, say you need some of That ! That’s the Sound of ‘The Monkey’ Laughing on Your Back … Paranoid, Withdrawals, Psycho-Suicide You’re in a Fix… Honey , , , ‘That Ain’t High !’ That’s Your Head, in that rope, like a Hangman’s- Hug … that’s why they call it… Drugs ! Got You working for a Pipe-Dream, in a Bag Makes You take one last shot or one last (puff-puff) Drag Drag You thru the lowest, bowels of the Earth … preparing Your Body for 6 feet of Dirt Crush you like a low-down, dirty-Dung-Bug … that’s why they call it… Drugs ! There You go – Mistaking – Chasing Bad to Worse Caught You stealing, from Your Own Momma’s Purse ! Tonight, You Cracked into a Stranger’s Home … Man ! … Did You Pick, the Wrong One ! … … at the end of that Trail… was a Gun-Shot-Slug … that’s why they call it… Drugs (Because, what Family Has Not Been Touched By, or Does Not Fear This For Their Loved Ones)