"The Street Pharmacist"

Doctor's Prescription: Crack Cocaine

I keep the block supplied
with crackrocks,
because these feens
will probably kill themselves
if they can't get their
daily dosage of their medicine.
What's their pain?
The sorrow that each day brings,
the fear of getting shot
before touching the door handle,
the guilt of not being able
to feed the kids,
and
trying to make a dollar
out of 15 cents.
They say I'm killing my people
with these drugs i'm supplying,
but I don't see the wrong
of prescribing medicine
that makes them forget about
their struggles.
I'm not the one bringing these drugs
into the country,
i'm merely pushing it
to the sick.
And I take the blame
for another man's crime.
I'm keeping my people happy,
because on this block
the only we've got
is each other and crack rocks.

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