Today I was traveling on the go road minding my business when I see Addiction in the far distance. She’s dippin’, noddin’, spacin’, racin’, scratchin’ the day away like she don’t have a care in the world but I know different. When she snaps outta the zone she gotta deal with that gorilla she got on her back. You heard of a monkey on the back? Well sista got a gorilla on her that gotta be fed. She’ll beg, borrow, or steal your money, my money, her baby’s daddy's money…even her own mama’s money…it don’t matter.
I think of all them children whose lives ain’t nothin’ but a tapestry woven with strands of issues…daddy incarcerated, mama strung out, hearts aching for love…and the strands stretch into an angry existence then join up with them swirlin’, twirlin’, demons that saturate the stratosphere shootin’ darts into the hearts of unsuspecting children who plummet into the depths of darkness spiraling downward into pandemonium to become mere specters in their race with destiny.
In the meantime the big bosses sit on they high horses mulling over high fillutin' words...whatcha call 'em?... rubrics and rigor...(that sound like death to me)...totally ignoring the real deal of the streets cloggin' up the lines of young minds...or better yet...may be the big bosses just don't care!!!
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