a major crack head

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A Major Crack Head
By Steve Carey

I do drugs.
I don't want hugs.
I lived for pot.
My friends won't give me any money.
They won't wait for me.
They care for me deep inside.
They let me rot till I sees the light.
I wasn't bright.
The drugs clouded my mind.
I might have a kind heart.
I'm just on a drug wave.
Must I keep on?
I can't sleep that often.
I get the drugs from some people.
The drugs were my downfall.
My life was against the wall.
Drugs were my only interest.
I was a major crack head.