Ice, ice, baby
A poem by Nikki McCartney from the Walbunja tribe, South Coast region.
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Ice ice baby! Stop collaborate and listen This ice drug has got me thinking One hit of this drug your miss'n Sends you on a ride to diss'n So don't give up your life in prison Cause this is where you'll be live'n When things go wrong your teeth are miss'n From all the bad things in your system But when you're sick of all this kiss'n To get this one drug you've been itch'n Spare a thought for all your miss'n Life is like a roller coaster You're on a one way trip to nowhere Thinking you were in control, yeah Not for long your life is over Your hair is thin, your skin turns old yeah Not to mention jobs are over Friends are few and things are colder The ice has done its thing on you yeah Taken all your life from you yeah Rest in peace Ice ice baby
Nicole writes poems to help the new generation of children and adults understand the effects drugs can have on a person.