Crack Case Study

(Verse 1): Shabaz

His drug abuse led him to a path into a life of petty crime,

filled with several fluctuating periods of prison time,

He attributed much of what happened to him to burning cocaine through crack pipes,

He started this because the kid was desperately unhappy at school.

he had a fantastic upbringing, and had fucking great parents too,

He eventually became even more depressed, and had very little self-confidence.

He started hanging out with a group of kids who smoked,

drank and would kill for dead presidents.

They started hitting drugs more because damn! it felt good.

living the fast life like Paul Walker driving Porsche GT scenes on Hollywood,

within a month, he couldn't differentiate him self from crack fins but he didn't care,

cos he's been knocking on the door of opportunity but no one's living there,

He was always getting into trouble with the dealers,

they told the boss he's was eventually gonna reveal us.

he ended up spending two months at a young offenders institution,

but he still got attacked,and that's another proof of corruption spreading like pollution.

realizing the government was no good didn't feel so good.

He's mum got really worried , and suggested he traveled to Israel to live

after two months in Tel Aviv, he started dealing again,

he was convinced the police were following him and tapping his phone,

he was living in fear of cops bursting in through his windows,

He had no idea it was the crack making him think that,

later got arrested for burgling his parents' house and for several drug offences.

mum stood up in court and pleaded with the judge to send me to rehab.

and this is my way of telling you not to live they type of life he had.

 

(Verse 2): Beemeister

This boy is now at a rehab center in Denver his parents never

saw him 3 years made his parents tear. He grew up as a great kid

did his homework in elementary, no one thought he would end up

in a rehab penitentiary, his work on getting off bad shit is complementary

but the commentary from other kids were disrespectful their bullshit they

said to him was unforgettable when this kid was out he lived in fear once again,

that's when he launched into depression once again the people recommended

their kids to stay away from tense people they want their kids to represent

its a good thing but because of the hate he started slitting his wrist he would slam

his fist down on the table and cry and try his best to restrict himself from breathing

it's a terrible feeling to think about now he's going to a mental hospital his

vocal chords weakened he didn't want to talk to nobody everybody started giving

him support where he was was a good community. That lifted him a little

his depression is now crippled. Right about now he's going to college he has filled

himself with knowledge but it could have gone worse all you teenage kids

listen to this verse never disperse into the drug community, instead thug immunity,

stay away don't disobey your parents be somewhat independent, but whatever

you do don't do what this kid loved to use.

 

(Verse 3): GamerJD

Here's another case..In case you forgot the pain..

Crack cocaine surrounds his brain..filled with laced weed strains..he trys to find a solution but addiction seems to be his only aid..through the issues he's been through/

Cuz even with the "white girl" by his side his world is "interracial"..."black and white" and can't seem to find warmth within his igloo/

In the day..Giorgi sits back and takes flight.. tells himself that everything will be alright.. But as soon as nightfalls he's itching for another pipe..but can't grab it/

Giorgi's pockets low..cuz low income can't support his habits..heart racing damn he's gotta have it..HE'S GOTTA HAVE IT!/

He ain't tryna quit..that word just don't exist...reflects about life finds himself staring at his own reflection in the mirror feeling truly pathetic/

He asks himself..how am I gonna breathe another day without another bag of this local anesthetic/

He panics...

Then his mind remembers..the endeavors of his ancestors..telling him to put down the rock.. but it's all an hallucination/

Yes..he realized those thoughts in his head before were just figments of his imagination/

After he says a prayer..picks up a glass pipe n a bic lighter from underneath his cradle/

Grabs a "horse-sized" glock..then leaves his "stable"/

His ambition to get higher...is higher than "wale's ambition"/

No he's not "spittin"...but I hope he finds himself a positive occupation/

No "James"..but he's "bond" to the mission.. to find himself another victim..n stick em..for every cent they got within they stitching/

And if they snitchin'..he quickly sends two shots towards the dome before they start flinching/

Then double checks the change as he walks back to a shack he calls home..

Picks up his phone..tells his dealer (I need a bag of that sleet..and to watch out for the heat)

At the least..the dealer passes a dime for the currency..then Giorgi shoos him off in a matter of urgency/

Then slams the wooden door.. Opens the window...to let a lil' breeze in..just in case there's an "emergency"/

He packs n light the bowl..then takes a hold..of that glass pipe frame/

His frame of mind is now alined with the crack cocaine grains/

Then repeats the process..until every gravel is miniscule n depleted/

Cant lie..without this woman in his life..Giorgi would truly be in completed/