Neighborhoods
Filled with not so friendly neighbors
Faces appear familiar
Except there's no vision
Their future they can not see
You see it is clouded by smoke
The smoke of the crack pipe
Dreams no longer matter
Some were considered smart and going places
Now they wander the streets
Smelling obscene
Eyes telling their story
Wide open
Looking for a clue
Glassy stares
No longer able to cry
I shake my head in disbelief
At the life they chose to share
Lost souls filled with grief
Cracked out
People in need of help
Without a doubt
Need to realize it's within you
Divine guidance
Goes a long way
Pull the word up off the shelf
For enlightenment
You need only to pray
Or watch as you go up in smoke
Can't make it any better inhaling all that dope
Ask for forgiveness
And learn to cope
Living your life, truly blessed