Tweakers
your mama sucks
sucks wat? cork
Shut up punk
dans a fag
what up dog
nuttin chillen
yo u da man
but u aint
bitch
hell be m,ad
peace
peace
Boom ci coom chi ci dodi di Now Time and Time i talk again about the place where i stopped and left my hen and if you'ds like to visit ben my little hen
then you can rub your little gem

Again we sit and pray
to those in charge of fate.
It always ends this way,
endless, eternal wait.
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Over there he's twitching,
she's twiddling her thumbs.
Sometimes someone's bitching
that waiting is so dumb.
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Yet once again in limbo,
staring at the walls,
waiting on some tweaker
or some stupid pager call.
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It's a situation
of our own creating-
this mental mastrubation,
just tweakers-in-waiting.
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Staring at each other,
staring at the floor.
Isn't it a mother
what we're waiting for?
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He who has the dope
is he who calls the shots
so we sit and wait
and listen for the cops.
---j.

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just wanna say i like the poem....it says it all...waiting really is a bitch.
js
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You will win or lose,
Time will tell.
Sometimes, constanly waiting,
Fells like hell.
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You will win or lose,
Time will tell.
Sometimes, constantly waiting,
Fells like hell.