| carolina cutie wrote:|
Crackheads know how to get down tho.
Can't eveeeeeeeeeeeeen lie.
I knew some good crackheads back when times were simpler.
They knew they won't sh*t, so it's like..... they would us and steer us clear of ain't sh*t activities.
Don't get me wrong. I grew up in a good community by all means. But when I was born, crack was in it's glory days
Good fun harmless crackheads n drunks were not a stretch of the imagination.
Because crack made crackheads outta some ordinary
I member walking to the corner store for my momma and they would be shooting dice.
If I looked visibly scared because of the "riff raff" you could always count on one decent crackhead:
Crackhead Convo Went a lil Sumthing like Dis:
gon head baby, this son of a bitch just mad cause he lost his money. gon head inside baby.
how's ya momma? tell yo mama i said hey.
you doing good in school? Alright baby. imma watch u cross that street.
*turns around to cronies real quick*
Sid I said shut da fcuk up! Scaring these churren round here acting like a got damn fool. lower yo voice i said
*toothless warm grin back @ me*
Like i said baby,get on home to yo momma.
Tell her Shirley on 16th having a fish fry fridee.
And lemme get one of those Newports fo u go. Yo momma n I went to school ta'gether. She won't mind