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