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