Crack Baby's Dream

Every dream is like the day of a fIEnd.
When you see 'im he sways and he leans,
thinkin' of ways he can scheme
and in the same scene prays to be clean.
Wishin' he could play as a teen;
drop into school and play on a team
but he's raised to be mean.
Erased as a man.
Genetics landed him the face of his dad
not the face of a man.
He's chasing the man
with the base in his hand.
Heart pounding like the bass in a band.
He waits in the stands, the place for the fans.
He's the fan base.  He stays for a damn taste
that he can't taste.
He's on track but he can't race.
Stands in place to feel pain like canned mace.
And canned milk is like canned piss.
And the dampness of his pants pissed
is nothing 'cause that high is a can't miss.
And he rides it... no ramp miss.
Lands it but still blacks out like a lamp twist.
No brother's hug or aunt kiss.
Just the love of drugs
and less love than an ant kiss.