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Addicted Living


As the years go by, We beautify the city

But why haven’t we thought to purify the city

Our neighborhoods have more liquor stores when compared to others

Why don’t we stand against this injustice?

They’re across the street from our churches

Proximal to our schools

The youth are being left vulnerable to these virulent store fronts ran by fools

Bottles and Tobacco are prized as gems encased in bulletproof glass

Why protect something that comes back to bite us in the ass?

Would I be too radical for naming this as a modern day form of slavery?

Beer was a slave food

Addicts today are chained to these stores

So once I ask again

Why protect something that comes back to bite us in the ass?

Excuse my anger, I mean our lungs and liver

Detoxed cold shivers and troubled breathing are just the beginning

Cancer hits at any time, 30, 40, 50, 60 and so on

But I guess no one thought about this when they were getting a buzz on

I could honestly go on about this topic for hours

But the truth is that the community needs empowerment

Empowerment to lessen the count of these Alcoholic “Mom & Pop” stores

It’s time to open new doors and show our youth a different way of living

Because addicted living isn’t living at all.

 

 

 

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