- He’s a Nice Young Man
- at least that’s what the old folks say
- always asking, how are you
- how’s your day
- but his Father died a worried man
- seems his likable son, used crack for fun
- he’d work, two weeks until pay-day
- then he would disappear, for days
- at the crack house, flowing so free
- if only Life were that easy
- you see, the people that pay him
- use the crack to take the pay away from him
- he’s got skills, wreck, he’d have
- your car looking better than brand new
- more than paint, he can fix them too
- but never one to pay, his child support
- mortgage, rent, debts or bills
- his heart is good, some say weak
- but that damn crack keeps him, off his feet
- if he could only just break away
- and stay away, he would become
- his Father’s pride, his grown little Boy
- but he passed, worried, feeling hurried
- that his genetic Man, was just a crack head
- and in his dying eyes, his son, already, Dead…R.D.Revilo