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
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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 Twice That my fears Were also my brotha's That like no other I had an addiction Drawn by my lack of direction Belittled 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 |