“Crack the King”

chunk of peruvian white                                
a glass in touch fire light,                                  
that tell tale smell  
and bubbling sound,          
its a hard hit wet one 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,                                  
just hit me one time                                  
we’ll bond just like glue,                                  
       
you think you are bright                                     
but you are really a fool,                                  
but don’t you worry                                    
i’ll take you to school,              
             
you won’t be able        
to spare any time,                                  
i’ll 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,                            
and 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,              
i will toss you 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 it today,                                    
       
mommy was here,                                  
she just disappeared,                                  
but has not gone        
very far away,      
             
pride had turned        
three shades of gray,                    
now on the pavement        
below she lays,                  
       
flew through the air        
with a 1000 yard glare,                  
her way to end        
a 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,                
some tried to warned her                                  
but she didn’t flinch,                                  
       
soon she will be changing                                
from bunny into witch,                                  
five years unable        
debts was her label,        
       
she was found  
shot in the head 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 strip you of all dreams,        
most of your self-esteem,  
shooting holes in        
your own life’s boat,  
              
no sweet to the chariot swing,                  
 
it’s much too early        
for your angels to sing,                  
 
don’t bow down and kiss it’s ring..                  
                 
don’t be a jester for                  
“Crack the King”