The Immortal Wize

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Smack Dab In The Middle

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when I was coming up it was called a shooting gallery not a traphouse everyone inside was a felon they we're fresh out like lab rats caught in a maze once in it was hard to get out every one in there was was shooting smack and dripping blood on floors of corridors no one heard of crack but like that it too dismantled the family structure once a home is broken nothing in the world could fix it repeatedly forbidden to eat from spoons in the kitchen might as well starve eating soup from a fork everyone off the streets before dark I swear I seen a man in pain pushing juice in his veins eyes rolled in the back of his head I thought dude died and went to seven heaven I swear by the smile on his face I swear that man was flying somewhere out in space I'll never forget the day I wondered what was in that stuff but not inquisitive enough to pick it up I wasn't that kinda fool

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		mlowe5 says: Bless you, Brother! Pity, those fools caught "Smack Dab In The Middle!" Peace and Love. poems by this commentor DEAL WITH HEART OF THE MATTER SEVENTEEN... URGENT INVESTMENT
		LP45 says: Great write Wize. Reminds me of my time when I lived in the city. I can definitely relate to a few parts of this. Had relative with issues. Thanks for sharing this. poems by this commentor On the Forefront Are You Down? The Connection