By; Cedric McClester

Where do I begin
It didn’t start with ******
Oxycotin was my friend
Who eased the pain I felt within
Before I knew it I was addicted
And now my life is so conflicted
I lie and steal unrestricted
And occasionally I get convicted

This ain’t the average ghetto tale
Where society happened to fail
But it is starting to get stale
And now my body is so frail
It happened quite by accident
My loved ones pray for abstinence
Which only makes perfect sense
But I’ve put up a picket fense

The clock is going tick tick tick
I’m tired and I’m dope sick
I’ve got to get a fix real quick
Because I’m in a panic
I’ve lost all my self-respect
And I can’t find my connect
Nor anything to inject
Not even a likely prospect

Addiction seems to be spreading
Who can say where it’s next heading
Suburbs everywhere are dreading
Drowning in the place they’re treading
Doctors are clearly to blame
When giving pills to ease pain
But even that does not explain
Why it’s ****** in the main







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