Cocaine days 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Needles in your veins
Cocaine seething like a train
Brisk cool mornings
Parents are mourning
Friends are warning
Authorities are scorning
Slipping through dark back alley ways
Days pass by, life is a haze
Crouching down behind the stairs
Connections pedaling forbidden wares
Righteous people and their damning stares
Not a mother fucker in the world really cares
Close to death every time you fix
Offering your body and turning tricks
Business owners
Well wishers
Do gooders
On lookers
Those that wonder why
Those that won't even try
Those that fake a cry
This great big pile of human race
This pious bigotry with a smiling face
Arm looks like a pin cushion
The streets are cold and bare
You love it there
Running down forbidden streets
Police chasing you in between doughnut treats
Slipping through the filth of human existence
Sliming through this slithering maze of human craze
People stare amazed
At the abuse the human body can take
Behind steel bars you wake
Staring down at your toes
Eating chow in neat little rows
Home rolled Buglers
Walking the track
They smile in my face and then they talk behind my back
Rest your neck home boy
You'll be OK
Just have your mom leave $40.00 dollars on my books
You got moved to another yard like a rook
Your money he took
You didn't get a fix
Can a good wood get a cup of mud around here
Hear you tell it
That's putting a lot on it home boy
Bible is a shield on the yard
Better than a prison guard
I got Jeeeeezus
Oh Jeeeebus
Your actions grieve us
Telemarketing is easy
Believe me
40 mother fuckers give me heebee jeebees
Long distance
Slamming
Playing pool at the Humdinger
I got butterflies in my stomach
A girl's nice butt
Dancing for my face
I take my place
In this hypocritical human race
Putting on my best game face
Eaking out my existence
Poison in my eyes
Stumbling into Norms
Someone bought me dinner
I couldn't eat it
Cops let me go
Didn't want my filth on their hands
In my bare feet was embedded glass
In the bushes I took my ass
To fix myself some coke
This shit is a joke
Didn't even hear toilets flushing
Like the rosie red cheeks of a girl that's blushing
Like the giggles bubbling over from a girl that's gushing
The good shit is like kissing God on the lips
like holding a girl by her naked hips
Like listening to some dope ass clips
Like eating some really fly potato chips
It's so good
It's good to me
Homie
Hey homie, dontcha know me
Blow me
Little baggies of powder white
Helping this dope feind to get right
Once I was a hopless dope fiend
Now I'm a dopeless hope fiend
Yeah right
My ass you can bite
I wanna get right
But I can't