Walking down the block
Listening to familiar sounds
Nervously, I survey my surroundings
Searching
Where is the pusher man?
Looking into their eyes
Finally, an extended glance
Yes, he must be the one over there in the distance
Rubber tubing tightens
Vein pulsing
Awaiting the invasion of the searing solution
Soothing
I drift off into another dimension
Capturing the essence of life
Keen intellect
Hearing distant voices and sounds
Feeling the warm glow burn brightly
The drug has taken my body
Suddenly, concern
Is this my last fix?
I am strapped to this table
When reality hits
My heart explodes
My last tears flow from the corner of my eye
The pain is excruciating
Suddenly aware of my impending death
My thoughts scream out to the rest of Black America
Only now it is too late
The life of drugs and crime
I chose to participate
Now I am out of time
Does it really pay?

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