CRACKING DOWN: I used to be a star. I used to have a face. But now I carry scars of drug abuse, along with its disgrace. They say, "plastic surgery is the thing for you." But little do they realize, it's easier said than done. For I know the battle is not over, it's only just begun. For everyone who is born, a monkey on their back will ride. Some shoot, some smoke, some peddle, mine is suicide. For every time I load the pipe, I'm faced with the true fact. But still I choose to risk my life, with the addicting drug called CRACK! It's cheaper someone once told me and now I do believe, he handed me death in disguise, and yes, it can deceive. I was never a real fighter. I remember always giving in. Wanting to feel wanted, wanting to win. So, I have decided, I'm not trying anymore. I'll just grab my best friend (Smokey), and light it, as so many times fefore. The rush that I was getting, was so different from the last. They tittled it, "O.D.ing", cause my heart was beating fast. My most inner thoughts and last ones, that I can leave you now, "Stop all the drugs from passing, just by cracking down." For if your ever tempted, just walk away instead. For if you don't you'll join me, in the land of LOSERS DEAD!!!!!!!!! |
