a bunch of smart drunks

168 words were lost after Jakobie left

I'm at wits end my good nite poem will lift

I bid you good nite i greet you in the morning

You saw my crack town birth not a lot of mourning

The media makes out like all crack towns are destitute

But in mine everybody knows an addict it is gloom

Some very close to me became imprisoned

Justin was on crack he is my mission

Well, not anymore i don't feel like he died

We were always at war he'd explode all the time

I know it was drugs i know he hurt

But from him a lot was learned

Justin needed to toss his friends he needed positive 1s

I was the same mine were a bunch of smart drunks 

The guy who won wittiest was my very best friend

Then we spread apart a lot further than wind

He moved to Melbourne there he welds

Construction or buildings that he builds

i love you,

michael"DEE"house