i crack

i’m used to crack
i’m used to give it up
i also love the way it feels
did i mention that i also love the crack?
i remember when it touched my hair and called my name
i remember when it made me vomit, cry
it feels different
it doesn’t feel the same
i like the way it lies, i like the way it cries
it also hurts to hear the crying
so i lay there for a little while
then 30 years comes by
i’m still laying here just for a little while
it feels different, it feels free, it doesn’t seem the way it used to be
the crack made me really sick
i love the way it feels
burning my lungs the same it used to burn
i don’t have any hair
i don’t have my name
i’m left with crack
it took its root inside of me
i sniffed some cocain
it made me feel guilt
the guilt i hate, the crack is fine
i’m fine, the crack is bad
i love the crack, it hates me
that’s why i get hurt
i hate the crack, it loves me
that’s why i get hurt, maybe little dusty
absolutely hurt
the restaurant was never the sign
that dream was a lie
the crack never left
will it leave some day?
i don’t want it to go
i want it to stay
i want the crack dead
i feel upset
i fell down from the tree
that’s why the crack is with me
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