The crackheads
want the good gear
even though it doesn't matter
they are going to take that eight-ball
and smoke it all
All wide-eyed and sketchy
teeth rotting out of their head
scanning the floor for any dropped crumbs
Another run for a twenty stone
to be drawn down deep with another and another
Good gear they say while grinding there stubby stumps
too wired to think of anything else but the crack
The sores on their bodies skinny rakes for a frame
A bad reputation with their drugs to blame
The nights and the days they very much mesh together
until they run out of funds that were begged for borrowed or stole
The crash is inevitable the cycle as well
the lives they lead are a living hell.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
The crackheads
want the good gear
even though it doesn't matter
they are going to take that eight-ball
and smoke it all
All wide-eyed and sketchy
teeth rotting out of their head
scanning the floor for any dropped crumbs
Another run for a twenty stone
to be drawn down deep with another and another
Good gear they say while grinding there stubby stumps
too wired to think of anything else but the crack
The sores on their bodies skinny rakes for a frame
A bad reputation with their drugs to blame
The nights and the days they very much mesh together
until they run out of funds that were begged for borrowed or stole
The crash is inevitable the cycle as well
the lives they lead are a living hell.
Sad but ugly as well.
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