Crack
What is,is not often what was. For what once was,a mere childhood saying. Step upon a crack,and break your mothers back. Is not the a same crack,of todays childhood. What once were,playful words of childhood. Now lead to a world,of painful addiction. For stepping upon,the crack of today. Means dividing that drug,to spread it even farther. Dreams of childhood,so often they change. But change is painful,when it becomes a nightmare. Words are strange,like falling through the cracks. Means being lost,inbetween the lines. Cocaine has lines,and crack is crack cocaine. It's also called rock,and "The Rock" was a prison. And "The Rock" was a prison,of impossible escape. And so too is the drug,an inescapable sentence. Crack is not,a drug of mere escape. First time out,it hooks your soul forever. And as it steals your life,it also steals from others. Who you once were,to family, friends and lovers. Trust is a word,that is no longer given. For to buy your crack,you'll take what's ungiven. Acceptance soon turns,into doors that are locked. And pain in the hearts, of those who once cared.
Copyright © Cecil Humphries | Year Posted 2012
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