“Crack the King”

chunk of peruvian white,                                    
a glass in torch-fire light,                                    

that tell tale smell    
and bubbling sound,            
a hard hit wet one
is rolling down,              
           
a red hot lawyer        
was the talk of the town,            
now a wide eyed        
twisted frown of a clown,             
       
bow to me and angels sing,                                    
kiss my ring                                    
for “I’m Crack the King”,            
               
substance without mind                                    
but smarter than you,                                    
"hang with it one time"                                    
you have bonded like glue,                                    
       
you think you are bright                                     
but you're really a fool,                                    
worry not my friend                                   
it will take you to school,                
               
you won’t be able        
to spare any time,                                    
it will leave you eaten        
bare like a rind,              
               
command you to pull                                    
some sick insane stings,                                    
like rob a man’s castle,                                    
or still mommy’s things ,                                    
     
maybe 25 to life,                                    
that,.. has a nice ping!            
               
bow to me and angels sing,                                    
kiss my ring                                    
for “I’m Crack the King”..              
               
you will lie, steal, cheat,                              
or    
prostitute on the street,                                    
   
when you are done    
bring me your funds,              
in a circle you run back to meet,              
 
just like a pet                                    
addiction’s sure bet,                
it is your        
little white treat,              
             
bow to me and angels sing,                                    
kiss my ring                                    
for “I’m Crack the King”              
               
the baby is screaming,                                    
it’s tummy is singing,                                    
but there’ll be no        
food for today,                                    
       
mommy was here,                                    
she just disappeared,                                    
but has not gone        
far away,      
               
pride had turned        
three shades of gray,                    
down on the pavement        
below where she lays,                    
       
flew through the air        
with a 1000 yard glare,                    
her way to end        
the horrible nightmare,             
               
bow to me and angels sing,                                    
kiss my ring                                    
for “I’m Crack the King”,          
               
from powder to rock        
she thought she would switch,                
soon she would be changed                                  
from bunny to witch,                                    

five years unable        
debts was her label,        
she was found    
shot dead in a ditch,          
         
bow to me and angels sing,                                    
kiss my ring                                    
for “I’m Crack the King”..          
         
those who know    
“Crack the King”          
know this isn’t a joke,          
     
it will kill all your dreams,          
and surely your self-esteem,  
by shooting holes in        
your own life’s boat,  
              
no sweet to the chariot's low swing,                  
much too early        
for your angels to sing,                  
   
don’t bow down
and kiss the ring..                  
                   
don’t be a Jester for                  
“Crack the King”