Broke and On Dope
Small time sugar daddies,
Riding in their aged caddies.
And sniff on remnants of coke.
Saying the diss but miss their weed.
And the times they are living in,
Wearing super fly brims and patent leather shoes...
They are finding it hard to cope.
And to pay the high cost of gin.
And in their baby mamas' hands they can not stroke with cash.
And these baby mamas know they will get not a dime,
From these spineless jokes who aint got no class.
And the baby mamas cry and cry and cry...
But...
Mama why?
Didn't you do this to live life slick?
That wasn't wise.
Mama why?
And didn't you know these 'johns' aren't rich?
And they lie.
With their eyes.
These guys you lay down with and lick,
Aint worth a pile of it.
Those broke and on dope slick suckers,
Got you in the gutter and stuck.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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