KEN
This is a story bout a young man named Ken
A poor street kid who had only a few friends
Never knows where he’s goin nor where he been
One day he decides to hang on the corner
The next thing I knew he became an organ donor
All cuz the devil was messin with his head
Now Ken is slab meat in a morgue---dead
That’s what happens when you do the crack thing
Ken was white so this is not a black thing
I hope this message sinks in the head of you younger folks
Doin drugs is not joke
This is a true story bout a drug head named Ken
Although he was drug user, he wasn’t a total loser
He was first, my best friend
Now he’s gone
He left me here to do Earth alone
As I continue to write about the wrong
Lettin’ you youngons know
This is no way to go
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