The Pain In Cocaine

Tourists White English woman came to my country

Had intentions of taking back drugs strapped to her body

Expecting a child, hesitated about carrying out the crime

Persuaded by evils, she believed it would only be this time

Airport drugs enforcers caught her with tightened security

Incarcerated her for five years in our penitentiary

Now there she reflected on the folly she’d tried

Imprisoned with her baby growing inside

Never though realizing that the drugs she’d had

Could’ve caused thousand of babies to turn out bad

Our streets are roamed by those who turned to drugs

Cocaine long replacing their love ones hugs

And they snort, inject, ingest and inhale

Indifferent of the severity of being locked up in jail

No, I wasn’t moved by her compelling sad story

Eff she cuddah get away she wuddah sell pain to my baby!