when I was 13 my mom was a fiend Smoking dope daily and she served it on the streets Anything you need eight balls for 16s She would tell me go to the door and ask him what they need carrying a black bag filled with this disease And that's just a story of an 8-ball fiend my dad up and left and he didn't take his things he said Peace fam I found another queen dad at his new house chilling with his new wife when Mom wasn't high all she did was just consume light wasting all her days thinking how to do right but then she grabbed a new pipe and twisted till there's moonlight