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Red Dust Blow Back

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Putting poison in our veins; blood red track from heroin train

Supplier anchors hooks; another fish; yet another coffin to plain!

Needle falls; blood seeps; victim falls back; blood spill; like weed it creeps

Arm infected red weed claims another; contamination heeds no sleeps

 

Red weed feeds at our roots; doesn’t care about our culture; bloods red!

More guns; knives; drugs; guns; knives; drugs; more crime; more dead

Eating at community’s foundation; crumbles; decays; wholes at its core

Parents bury their young; next generation ready to replace as was before

 

We merge with the dust; driven by the booty; grow with criminal lust

Take the heat; gave it back; gutter blocked with blood; dust to dust

Seein your mum all used up; by that son of a bitch, White Heroin Swan

Someone has to pay the price; letting me down; guess you won

 

Fork lightning streaks across the sky; penetrates my burnt out heart

Red weed takes hold; chokin; snort another line; where does reality start?

You sit there in cosy housing; comfy little lives; just wonderin’ the answer

I’m the one man crime wave; spreading red weed like a malignant cancer

 

Ashes to ashes dust to dust, see the community rot and rust

You used to be my neighbour; you let me down; broke the trust

I’ve fallen within dazed misery, shedding tears that I will not taste

There’s a stake through my heart; no longer a past that can be traced

 

Addicts ride the white swan; feed her; need her; air around fills with blow

Got to have it; blow you away; “But son, I’m your mum”, BOOM, ‘nooooo’

Red dust, veins run dry, messin my mind, don’t cross white line; death

Step away; listen to me brother; always there; don’t make it last breath

 

Kick back time lady; my turn to say; see my world; to blow back

Red weed now dust in my eye; take your hangin rope and sack

Now take five mister; take your comments; put in a box, fix a lid

Reckon you robbed me of my world; my mum and just bein a kid

 

Who’ll help the abandoned? The broken; routinely dammed; the forsaken

We’re destroyed; oppressed; phoenix rise; heart beat we will not be taken

Red weed; Red Dust yet another police drugs bust; head crushed

Sister doin ‘cold turkey’; burnt photo of mum; under carpet brushed

 

I am that **@?>:< who supplied that crack to your kid; a need for speed

Where were my needs? Mum pullin tricks; dad inside; abandoned need?

Saw the ‘white swan’ white dust; went to mum; saw me; pulled a gun

Said he would treat mum right if I stashed white powder; did a run

 

Mum’s habit grew; need to feed the ‘Red Weed’; got a gun; got a knife

Pressure sent me crazy; red dust covered my room; fired gun; took life

‘White Swan’ kept coming; choking out mum; took him out with my blade

Another swan come; nobody here; night she died; I cried? Society paid

 

Red dust blew around my mind; lost to my community; community lied

Lost to dark side and the White Swan; that night mum and childhood died

So don’t stick your labels on me; after your society ‘did’ for my family

Together we can choke the heroin train; choke the crime; set streets free

 

© Phil Golding 06/08

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