Anthony Mercorelli

(New York, New York)

The Story - Poem by Anthony Mercorelli

GATHER AROUND BROTHERS AND SISTERS I GOT A STORY
TO TELL
I GOT TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM AND OFF MY CHEST
BECAUSE IT HURTS LIKE HELL
I HAD A BROTHER WITH KNOWLEDGE FINE
TO BUILD A EMPIRE WAS HIS DESIGN
HE WAS DOING WELL AND THATS NO JOKE
THEN I FIND OUT HE WAS PLAYING WITH COKE
IN MY HEART THERE WAS GREAT PAIN
BECAUSE EVERY DAY I SWEAT AND STRAIN
WHILE MY BROTHER PLAYS WITH CRACK OR COCAINE
I TRY SO HARD TO MAKE A GAIN BUT ITS TOUGH
WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A BRAIN
BUT, ITS BETTER THAN SNIFFING COCAINE
BECAUSE WHEN COCAINE ENTERS THE BRAIN IT STARTS
CORROSION
THEN BEFORE YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR HEAD THERE IS
AN EXPLOSION
YOU WHIRL AROUND WITH GREAT PAIN IN YOU HEAD
THEN YOU FALL TO THE GROUND AND YOU ARE DEAD
SO BROTHERS AND SISTERS I ASK TO PLAY IT COOL
AND DON'T BE A FOOL
GO BACK TO SCHOOL AND LEARN THE GOLDEN RULE
AND PRAY TO THE LORD HIS HELP AND GUIDANCE
EACH NIGHT
BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO BE A HELL OF A FIGHT
CLING TO THE LORD EACH NIGHT AND YOUR DRUG
PROBLEM WILL BE OUT OF SIGHT


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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