He's twelve years old and he smokes crack

It doesn't put him on his back

It doesn't put him anywhere

Except deep inside a vacant stare

He's smoked the dope, he's dropped the Es'

To him they're just s summer's breeze

It's the pipe that this boy craves

He's the local dealer's slave

He'll rob and steal, he'll take your wheels

He doesn't know how bad it feels

To lose something, to lose someone

He's not aware of what he's done

He was twelve years old and now he's dead

They found his corpse upon a bed

The pipe, the rocks, lay on the floor

Limit reached but he'd wanted more

(c) David stansfield 2008