Comfortably seated on the low walls of the houses of the rich and the famous Hands positioned in the upright position weed in one hand beer in another The curvaceous body of a young developing young lady passes by You cry out to her to give you a moment of her time She fans you off with her hands upright, school books on one hand handbag perched on the other As you fall prey to the strong aroma of your weed You reflect on the her as you remembered you sat beside her in class Your parents gave you all you needed but the way of the corner drew you away You ceased attending school and money was spent on parties and smoking weed was now the order of the day Friends with their flashy cars, designer shirts and jewels that could hypnotize any way ward youth Things came easy for them and that's the way you wanted it to be Soon enough blood stained hands wiped your sweat Your eyes red no more purity within them You killed the very friends you had and the family who cared...