I am talking to my black azz therapist ..(TAR) .He's the peoples pope. He's better known as ..$'KING ....HEROIN ..Because he's fuckin dope.
He's the only person I know to give me a little hope. Do you fuckin think you know? ..Where "HELL" ..Is Cock Sucker!!! ..I think not? ..I am use 2 being awaken every fuckin morning to gun shots, gang rapings.
Its 4'oclock in the damn morning in I am watching a re-run of cops through my fuckin window basin.
This is every fuckin night ..(BLACK) ..You hear me boy!!!
Every fuckin night I close my eyes I have the same damn dream, that I will die in a pair of skinny jeans.
Are we livin in .."HELL" ..(TAR) ..Do you hear me dawg.
I am right across from the damn police station, but who the fuck cares.
We are millions of miles away from the moon, but I am a spoon short of shooting up my appending doom.
So do you really care if I fuckin ..DIE!!! ..Today ..Mr. .................Well do U.
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Author:
O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem is about a man high on heroin, talking to his dope that is in the needle he is about to shoot up, but he\\\'s high thinking who would care if he died today.
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Comments1
Damn. Well done. Very well done. It was hard to not rap that while reading it.
Thanx bro !!! ..Lol
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