Album: other songs

Moroccan Black

In a lonely doorway,
On a silent street,
A boy sits forgotten,
In the pouring sleet.
He pulls up his coat,
Slides into his sack.
He searches his pocket,
For his Moroccan Black.

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One puff takes you to a place far away,
A place you believe you are safe and you can stay.
It’s a lonely restaurant- more like a shack,
Where all they serve is Moroccan Black.

This boy has a family,
But they live far away,
He had a house with a garden,
Where he used to play.
His friends, they left him,
When he got into crack.
He knows it all started,
With his Moroccan black.

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When you’re feeling lost,
And all help is gone,
I can do nothing to help you,
Just by playing along.
Its just the beginning,
Just a starter pack.
The end has to start somewhere,
With Moroccan Black!

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