 | Standing in the kitchen,
Grimy and dirty.
Perhaps they'll share the pipe,
If you get flirty.
Sixteen years old,
Should be having fun.
Instead you're a crack head,
What's done is done.
You can't turn around,
There's no going back.
You've found love,
It just so happens to be crack.
With nothing to say,
No petty talking.
Give me the pipe,
That's what I'm stalking.
With no-one to love you,
No-one to care,
At least crack's faithful;
It will always be there.
You're not proud of the fact that you're easily led,
For crack, you've taken several dealers to bed.
Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to hide;
You look at the pipe and see that it's the only thing on your side.
You're starting to feel wrong, delerious, weak.
You know you've taken too much.
But there's only twop words you can speak;
''Another pipe!''
You look at yourself,
You're full of shame;
But there's no way out of this dirty *ss game.
Written by Kizzle
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