C.R.A.C.K. (new ish)

Crackspots turned into crack blocks

And the amount of haves were nowhere near the havenots

It was an epidemic that seemed to always exist

It was bad enuff the community never showed interest

When it came to these blocks..

You had no choice but to stumble on a rock

Or two

Maybe even 3 dependin on how many you need

It was like a spell that when inhaled everyone fell under

These red and blue caps sold out like fitteds in the summer

And so it was no wonder why that vicious cycle never deceased

Cuz that error in the community is hard to delete

And taht taste in the back of ya throat needs a quenching relief

So that pipe gargled

And that taste dries ya tongue

And rots ya teeth

Its all for this feeling

Young pushers left bleedin

In hallways barely breathing

Change location based on the season

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