The Tweak Before Christmas

'Twas the tweak before Christmas, and still haven’t slept
dopefiends in my living room, what do you expect?
Tired of lookin’ at ‘em, so it’s time to go,
lock ‘em out, ignore the phone, and pop in a porno;
Girls Gone Wild across the screen,
Ho, ho, ho’s--- one hell of a scene!
Pulled out the sack to load a fresh bowl,
4 days without food is takin’ it’s toll,
I swerve to the counter to search for a lighter
Here we go again-- another all-nighter;
Resuming normal program, the night watch begins,
So goddamned high, the shit never ends;
Blowin’ up my phone, all these bitches who dissed me,
now I have a sack, all of a sudden they miss me!
Without warning there comes a loud knock at my door,
I shout, “who the hell is it, and what the hell for?”
“It’s the connect” he shouted, loud and clear,
I called him 3 days ago, and finally he’s here.
I threw open the door and yelled, “what took you so long?”
He was so fucked up, he was singing a song.
“You gotta fast car…,” was the line he repeated,
While riffling through pockets, unable to stay seated.
I offered him water, he looked he could use it,
He never even touched it, but kept humming his music;
I told him, “The shit better be good, and worth the wait”
“Don’t trip,” he mumbled, “this shit will set you straight.”
It took him 15 more minutes before he found the right pouch,
Everything but the shit was spread out on my couch.
At last he broke out with the dope he called “Blue”,
“Don’t hit it too hard,” he warned, “It’ll turn you out, too.”
I grabbed the pipe from his hand
And took a big hit,
And then I started singing “It’s too legit to quit.”
He had ‘the bomb’, so we finished the deal,
He served me up fat, he was keepin’ it real.
Before I knew it 3 hours would pass
Him tweaking on gadgets, me blowing new glass.
In the dead of winter, as cold as it can get,
Me and this motherfucker were covered in sweat;
“I gotta go,” he said, “slingin’ shit pays,
“I got fools waiting for me goin’ on 4 days,”
It took another hour before he was ready to bounce,
and when he was gone, he’d forgotten his ounce!
Out the door in a hurry, cuz I knew he’d be back,
Fuck that motherfucker, I came up on a sack !
So this Christmas season will definitely be fun,
Everyone I know will be turned out and spun!