Tapping
Tapping
tapping was my game
the streets looked all the same
hot spots I under stud tapping was good
surviving the streets you need good friends
from fourteen to seventeen I was clean
my friends where drinking and smoking blow
how could I say no
the feelings and pains went away blocked out
by the hazy day lots of numb and fun
the silver spoon became my ruin I was living
in needle hood HIV I have today could it have
gone any other way
the start I got did not help a lot
people might say I had a choice
I say I had to roll the dice more than twice
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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