Churches on every street,  Disciples on every corner

Used needles and blue baggies litter the streets like dirty snow and rain water

Back in the day I had a cousin named Georgia 

She was a good kid so I tried to warn her

About the dangers of the streets

And I really thought she listened 

But I could tell that something was amiss

Because you see she was a good kid in a mad city

And she was one of the smart ones so she always asked, what was wrong with me?,

Because she wanted to escape, she wanted to get out

But every time she tried to glide away on her wings made out of her hopes and dreams

Her father would beat her back into the house 

Smelling like he had just been doused with bourbon and whiskey 

And with each step into the house

A drop of sanity left her as the blood trickled from the corners of her mouth

As she cried tears of broken misery, while the crimson drops created a pool of distant memories

And as her vision began to blur, and her mind began to fade

She thought that this was the end of her days

But the very next day, she found her saving grace

She found it as she walked passed a man cloaked in black hoodie, who wore the shadows  of the alley like an Italian suit

And when she passed him, he spoke to her

He told her that, he has the power to help her escape this mad city for hours 

Not knowing what else to do, not knowing who else to turn to 

She asked him, what she had to do

He replied take this bag and put it in her hand 

Telling her that once she opens the bag she'll understand 

So she complied with the man of mystery 

Who gave her the power to escape her infinite misery 

And after she finished her history she opened the  paper bag

Only to find weapons of mass destruction 

The same ones that had caused her family's first reconstruction

Which was incited by the excellent instruction

Of the course called, Mom's Introduction to Drugs

First she became best friends with Mary Jane

Learned from Professor X

Skimmed through miles of lines with a white girl 

But the semester ended when she got smacked by smack 

And she passed the final but she wasn't asked to comeback 

But at that point Georgia didn't even care about all that past crap 

Because now she felt her soul was a twig that was about to be snapped back like a snapback

So she sat down on her bad and got strapped, Up with a rubber band 

Just like her mom had 

And as she felt the pinch of the needle 

The fluid flowed through her veins 

Her body began to heat up and she started to forget her name

Then her body began to jerk and convulse 

As her body began to lose its pulse

She clung to the cross on her neck and heard the voice of God

As she tried to cling on to her one last image of hope

But then she fell, she fell into the sea of flames that was her overdose 

Then she began to wish that she had clung to her holy beliefs and convictions

Because if she had then maybe she could've stopped her own ghetto crucifixion