Crack Makes You Lie--- " Before I started smoking crack, I couldn't even tell a lie but I continued to smoke and I then learned just how to manipulate others, I cross my heart and hope to die." Now I can convince others that what I say is true and when I tell anything, I look them " straight" in the eyes, and believe you me that I wasn't the least bit shy, but I really didn't know: " crack makes you lie." We have our own ( sales pitch), boy, you should've heard some of them, What a trick, we had our (highs) and (lows), even so: "Crack makes you lie." We knew exactly what to tell, yeah, our conversations certainly did sell, we were good, yeah, we were the best of the best, we were all certainly put through those tests. Out in the hood, we were often known as " crackheads," well, we made our own beds, some of us didn't require no close friends, many of us had tight ties. We just didn't realize that, " crack really make you (spit) all kinda lies."
Our tree,
Just off the highway,
Where the children hid,
Was a happy place.
We ran. We sang.
We had games to play.
Our fortress,
Our tree,
Our hideout
From monsters and parents,
And sometimes, our friends.
But the children ran.
The monsters forcing them away.
So greed could take their place.
The liars and cheaters
On the left.
The crackheads and thieves
Below.
And me,
On my top right corner,
All alone.
It was never a haven.
Now, not even a home.
Memories soak the walls.
And the ghosts through me out.
Now I can sleep without
Fear of the screaming
And glass crashing, yet...
I miss the laughter.
And the games.
And the tree where
The children hid,
From the problems
And the thinking,
That the landlord took
Away.
They say abortion isnt right,
this is something that we must fight
especially if it was one mistake of a night
yes, its okay, its alright
we should all have that choice
crackheads, junkies, kids, should not have children
When the whistling winter weather
freezes flora, fur and feather,
huddled hares hide in the heather,
languish lean and lined like leather.
Hear the howling hounds of Hell,
bloated banshees bearing bells,
sense the sickness in the cells,
silent serpent spitting spells.
Doom and darkness, dreams of death,
blushing brides with bated breath,
crazy crackheads cooking meth,
silent souls succumb to stress.