A Dream From My Pocket
AS I'M WALKING through my dreams there are crack pipes, needles, burnt spoons, people nodding. People looking out windows at things that really aren't there! Needles are going into arms, dreams are sounding like reality. Yeah, lets just go on and buy that house tomorrow. Dope and spoons are all sitting there waiting for someone to start all over again. It's never-ending even in our dreams, because I know that our rent is due. But baby, you said you were sick, so we really had no choice. Everyday our lives get more involved in drugs, and no matter what our intentions are, we hardly ever do the things we need to. Because the easy thing is to get high and trip, past reality. Now I'm having another dream: Here, I'm infected when I didn't really have to be. But I didn't want to listen to what was going on all around me. Hey after awhile you fool yourself. It doesn't really have anything to do with me. But, I was so wrong. So when it hit me, hey, I was mad at my lover. Then after a while I had to admit it to myself. Now, had she told me, and if all we had was one rig, and no bleach what would I do? Yeah, you got it, I'd shoot that dope! I now realize that I'm just as much to blame as she is. I'm passed trying to put all the blame on her. I have now taken the real test: Which means I put my own self at risk by not facing my real reality which is: no one is safe from HIV and AIDS, if you ignore the information that's given to you! So wake up people! This is no longer a dream. It doesn't matter whether we shoot dope, snort dope or smoke crack cocaine or even drink, no one is any better than the other. This does not include "bud"...
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