I'd received word that someone
     close to me gave in to the pipe
     after years of breaking the habit.
     I felt the same grief over the loss
     we've suffered, but the pipe is not
     the answer. It only raises more
     questions to be asked, and adds to
     life's periodic disasters. Those
     close to you sometime bring you
     down with them, because we let
     go of our self-esteem; only to gain

Pipe Esteem

by Zamounde Allie

I hate life
Life ain't done nothin' for me
But cause me strife
Lose my pipe
Do two-elevens twice
Overdose on spice
Lookin' for lil' bits of rice
In a mental carpet draped
With hopes super-heroed caped
You may say that I'm angry
And I am
'Cause I can't find my damn pipe!
I would for years
Carry a knife
Neva' to think
That my fears
Were also my brotha's
That like no other I had an addiction
Drawn by my lack of direction
By a piece of man-made rock
That fell from my hand
And stuck to a child's sock
Lost forever more
My last hope to breathe once more
From my esteemed pipe
I replaced with nicotine
awaiting the opening of the hidden store
'Cause I'm just what I appear to be
A dopefiend
Lookin' to score
A whore
I'll be
A thief
I'll be
Dead soon
so why bother me
I know I've been sayin' that
for twenty years but it's true
"Man who are you talkin' too?"
My damn pipe!
It's around here somewhere
and he and that rock's playin' games with me

Pipe Esteem by Zamounde Allie

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