Ever since the first base junky

Turned into the world's first space flunky

By getting his new hype

From the mouthpiece of a freebase pipe

There started a Multi-Continental Crack

That could split mankind

Straight up the back

Mother Nature will not be to blame

Nor should suffer any shame

For all the sorrow and the pain

That will come to the heart

Because of smoking cocaine

It's man that took the first hit

And instantly

Was breathlessly hooked on it

He's the one who spends all his money

Needing the rocks to melt like honey

It's not earth fault

But she's starting to quake

And her children are in for a shock

That may be too hard to shake

So if you see a friend

Who is starting to cook

See if you can help him

Take another look

At how life has started down

And he's not the only one in town

If he loses his health

His family

And his friends

It's not just where his life ends

But also society

As we know it to be

Where kids are safe

And people walk free

The problem is large

It's worldwide

It could lead to

GLOBAL SOCIAL SUICIDE!

written by Don L Collins

of

Pype's Palace in

Portland, Oregon

While in Amsterdam The spring of 1987