sometimes when I'm high
my mind wanders
and wonders why

smoke floats in the air
obscures the memories
a life taken without a care

the warmth of the night
remembered so clear
she was quite a sight

cricket floats in
I can see her now
she was a walking sin

she was stuck on that crack
and walking the streets
selling her soul to any old jack

cricket and dude seemed like fate
he was loaded with money
with plenty of rage and hate

she disappeared one day
set free from the pain
found happness I have to say

in a field she was found
no headstone or marker
just a hole in the ground

old dude tried to split
but he was never that quick
standing still when we hit

dude lost his luck
and the back of his head
dumped in a garbage truck

through the haze of the smoke
I can see her smiling
getting one more good toke