A Mother's Anguish

A Mother’s Anguish

 Though it’s no longer the latest sensation sweeping the nation

The drug called crack still sends negative vibrations

It’s just a potent form of cocaine

Feels twice as nice when it reaches your brain

When it reaches your brain it feels like you are on cloud nine

You don’t want to come down because you feel so fine

So you run down to the corner of your block

You're on your way to the nearest crack spot

When you get there you pull a five, ten or twenty

Cause when you want a good thing, you got to have plenty

So now you're on your way home to smoke the crack

Not realizing, it’s your brain it attacks

So you smoking it till the break of dawn

You smoke the crack until all is gone

When all is gone your eyes run water as if they were rivers

Your now wondering what is going wrong as your body starts to quiver

Your mouth is dry as you are coming off the high now you want more crack

Your dealer says, you’re like a stray cat he once fed; you keep coming back

All because you hung out, now you’re strung out and it’s your habit he’ll feed

And since he is on the devil’s level he’ll give you whatever you need

You think he’s your friend but then he doesn’t pretend

To care about the fact that you’re eight months pregnant and your carrying twins within

Because you didn’t listen when you were warned, your kids are deformed

Now you’re sad as you sit in rehab, wishing you had listened before they were born.

  

Written By

Emerson Welch