• Staring up at the stars the dealer imagines a time when his pain will

    end.......seduced by the dark abyss, as the smoke from his joint floats to

    unseen hights. The weed is taking him to delusive sights, but only for the

    moment. Because he won't know he's still bound til he reach ground and it's

    back to the grind, back to stressing over stress and heavy bags that rest

    beneath eyes from restless nights and day to day fight. He's ready.....ready to

    give up on his mother only conserned about her next fix and get this a million

    dollar that doesn't give a s**t......so no money comes in the mail, but still he

    refuses to fail. Even with the courts on his father's side. He chooses to stay

    strong for what is right...what is right? What will the courts decide?



    Standing on the opposite side of the street, a teenage whore shivers in the

    nights cold and at sixteen this is already old....And you think she's warm

    enough being sexually BURNT out from her flesh's lust...no...being sold to the

    street for her fifteenth birthday by a pimp who sold her mother to men of

    money and power to them a 100 bucks a hour was nothing.



    They're the lawyers that protect the DEALERS dead-beat ...and for the single

    moment their eyes meet and the street is silent but their minds' a riot their

    hearts are quiet and they begin to walk. To the middle of the road........as the

    story's been told....they look up past the stars and amongst the sky there it

    lies, where they wana be.....Their stillness is bliss.

    But their silence is broken by screaming tiers and voicelessness breaks seeing

    heaven in the headlights BANG!!!! I wake from a midsummer's

    dream .......welcome to my head.