STUCK

STUCK A poem for crackheads DAY BREAKS SUNBEAMS SLITHER THROUGH THE DRAPES. FIVE DAYS NOW I’VE BEEN AWAKE. SOMETHING TELLS ME IT’S TIME TO MAKE MY ESCAPE. BUT I’M STUCK STUCK IN THE MUCK . I CAME TO THE GHETTO JUST FOR A BUCK, BUT THEN, THE LIGHTNING SWIFT LIKE, IT STRUCK. AND I’M HIGH AS I USED TO DREAM OF MY NAME UP ON A MARQUIS HIGH ABOVE THE ELECTRIC CITY. BUT NOW LOOK AT ME I JUST SPENT THE RENT ON A COCAINE SPREE IN THE APARTMENT BUILDING THREE TOO SCARED TO FIND THE STAIRS I THINK FIVE-0 IS AT THE DOOR EVERYBODY HIT THE FLOOR HOLY THERE’S MY CHORE WHO’S READY TO GET SOME MORE? \ I’M STUCK UP TO MY EARS IN THIS GHETTO MUCK I JUST CAME FOR A BUCK, NOW I CAN’T MOVE BECAUSE I’M HIGH HIGH AS .