Tas the night before New Years, when all through the ghetto
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Gaucho;
The gangsters were hanging in the hood without care,
An the cops were all paid off and wouldn’t come there;
The crack-hoes were trippin all johns in their beds,
While visions of crack rocks danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Were holding our product pop crackle and snap,
When out on the corner there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the ally and up the fire escape ladder.
Behind a big dumpster I flew like a flash,
Tore open the lid and hid in the trash.
The spoon full of burnt crack from the crack smoking ho
Gave her a dirty high not like flying on blow,
Then, what to my bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a Mexican Pimp, selling heroine here.
With a rubber band tighter , so stretched and so thick,
And a dirty needle my arm he would prick.
More rabid than beagles my curses they came,
And he pressed on the plunger, and put death in my brain.
"Now, DAMNHER! the, ROMANCER! the, POLE DANCER and the VIXEN!
Oh , VOMET! I am STUPID!,I WONDER If ill Miss them!
To the cop of the post ! to the Cop of the walk!
No cash today! No cash today! No cash today at all.!"
As dry buds that in the glass bowl fry,
When they meet with a lighter, that is turned up real high,
So up to the town cop with curses I flew,
To narc out the Mexican and for the pay I was due.
And then, in as I was chilling, I heard so aloof
The addicts call of a wheeze and a cough.
As I drew out my glock , and was turning around,
Round the corner the Hispanic dropped to the ground.
He was dressed all in kevlar, from his head to his foots,
And his clothes were all camo with big combat boots;
Two bandoliers he had crossed on his back,
Right then I decided to lay off the crack.
His eyes -- dilated ! his pimples how scary!
His teeth were all missing, his scowl was so dreary!
His foul little mouth was drawn up like prune,
And the skin was pale and tight like a blowed up balloon;
The stump of a roach he held tight in his teeth,
And the rosin it stained his lips underneath ;
He had a pale face and a sunk in eyes,
That popped out of his head when he realized
That he was me in a mirror that sat on the shelf
And I wretched when I saw him, because he was myself;
A wink of my eye and a twist of my head,
Soon gave me to know I saw myself there half dead;
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
Detox soon set it in with the shakes that then turned to into jerks,
And laying his finger beside of my nose,
And giving a snort, up my nostril pills rose;
That calmed the beast, it whetted my whistle,
So I snorted more like the down of a thistle.
So Ill not leave my name as I finish this write
A new years like this will always delight