Tamarind

Popping pills on the streets

and in the classrooms

Drug dealers like the ice cream man 

for adults

Money does fall from trees

New Mercedes

after pay day 

Cocaine filled nostrils 

instead of air

Smog built up in our lungs,

chocking the wasted youth

living in sheds 

with tinfoil windows 

on Tamarind

Their kids want better

But they aint going nowhere

They're junkies

They'll never amount to anything 

No,

heroine fed from the breast 

of a mother who sold her body,

not to feed her children,

but for the high 

Sneakers dipped in tar

They aint going far

Play dead ---

Bang

     Bang

          Bang

Nobody's safe

Blood filled sewers

Cracked sidewalks

See nothing

Hear Nothing

Say Nothing 

If you wanna survive