The Habit
There ain’t no black man on these streets doing the heroin
And that shit ain’t by mistake
There ain’t no comparison.
Brought us to this opiate drug overtake
It’s a white man’s dis~ease brought us to this harrowing
White privilege greed in health care again
If what goes around comes around
The fickle finger of fate pointed
the white boy anointed
By years of fate enslaved in white hate traded black men in the ground
Before you pick up that needle and play with that Hep C
Take a good look in the mirror, look around
Shattered faces of humans racing to consume opiates in dark places
Call them ruins, or “our town”
This isn’t for the faint hearted clown
hands down this shit is serious
Sharing your kit gives a good dose of that shit
getting high may see
That last nail in the coffin you fear
Will the yin yang score finally be settled right here
Any that dope laced with fentanyl give you a free ride,
not intentional
Still breathing ...inconsequential
Still a habit shit got personal
you’ll be back...or the hearse will
opiate reception’s popping
Just like skin popping, blowing veins gone, heart sepsis. stopping
Dead man walking rotting corpse of a white washed up infestation
No po po investigation
Town elation of the sidewalk crustaceans extrications by self elimination is ...
celebration
No one cries but mothers of the dead falling on deaf ears
No celebration here ...
No
But big pharma grows and stocks rose til they compose
Another dose, stronger than those already on the market
They bring to the carpet
Add these to the opiate agony and methodology keeping addiction glued to the white man
And Big Pharma permanent-ly
Implanting antagonist seeds for more cash cows and more stores to bank on what sells to keep their
Customers shopping in pharma hell
For that next highlight in their high life
it is so pro-life-ick to some terrific to others
Terrifying by all measures if you’re gambling. It’s just a crap shoot
Because you never know if today is gonna be the day your number comes up
If you run dead outta luck or you’re the dead man walking the wrong way on a one way
Life ain’t your run way, and this ain’t some fun way to check out at the Speedway
Gorked out needle in, sweating skin, eyes back, heart attack and white
sooooo very white the night pales in comparison
We knew you would never be alive again
Go ask Alice if you’re going to survive again
Or, if you’re only to be “A Thought” in a sea of many white men on the dope again
Swimming against the tide of hope dying to get shored in
To sobriety or something like it
NA or an AA is Highly recommended if success is your is your agenda my friend
If you’re only a pretender, people prepare an obit
Make sure affairs are legit
Dude you really need to quit
AMEN white boy see ya on the flip
We’re going to hell for all of it
For these are the diaries, the scripts
Of a Former addict
...of life.
Although I survived many like me died.
These are the tales from their
Crypts
Off the backs of the scripts that was the start that unzipped
The ugliness that ripped through the white race before it became a blip
On the face of country that cares only for money no guilt trip here
The white man disappears mid class ghost towns ghetto burn down
Loss of a land over addiction
Hands down the worst habit we ever found this shit is a nightmare
Do we ask Alice or follow the Rabbit?
Cause this is the white man’s habit.
About the Creator
DEEJAY
Creating the life that I imagine through my words. Creating the world that others imagine and need through my words, hope and actions. ☮️
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