Cleared out a crack house today
I saw the faces in pictorial displays,
They were evicted and left a mess
Over 500 needles say, these addicts are obsessed,
On trying hard to rediscover the greatest high
Sadly I can’t see them living a long life,
Selling sex to get their fix, stealing and getting nicked
Now I guess they’re homeless maybe in the streets,
Without much of a future, a life so obsolete
Yet I can’t help feeling somehow in a way profound,
That these lives are wasted, with no hope of help,
Dirty fucking addicts they’re seen as
No care for the hand they have been dealt.
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