Crack - Dee-1

Whoa, what’s up, boy?

What up, man?

Come holler at me for a second

Little dude, I ain’t gon' beat about the bushes

I heard you been out here sellin' this stuff

I mean, what’s up with that, dude?

You tryna mess your life up?

What?

Man, come hop in the whip right quick, man

Let me school to this game, aight?

Listen

Look, look, look

Five grams of crack will get you five years in prison

Five hundred grams of powdered coke, five years in prison

Now, I don’t use the race card unless I’m provoked

But most blacks use crack and most whites snort coke

So what that tell ya?

The American dream is what they sell ya

They wait for you to slip up, and turn around and nail ya

They get in that prison, they get that about ya

They pay you fifty cents a hour

Leave a slave out here

Money, the root of all evil

Prison label increases company profits

And it’s all legal

They ain’t got to pay no healthcare, no overtime, no sick leave

While all of these people out here who need jobs

Can’t get these

When we got troops overseas poppin' slugs for

Need to be more focused on how we gon' win this drug war

Increase the funding and the manpower for that

Cause Plan Columbia is more important than Operation Iraq

We gotta increase border security

If we don’t let it in, it can’t hurt us

Is you feelin' me?

Yeah

It’s time for action, no need for discussion

‘cause crack is the real weapon of Man’s destruction

Yeah

Now, I know you hear ‘em glorifyin' it on these rap tales

But where I’m from, most murders is over crack sales

Ain’t nothin' sweet up in the street

Everybody got cold hearts

That’s why so many people pack heat

They ready to die like they got the Reaper on ‘em

So they fight over these blocks and these corners like they own ‘em

I feel sorry for ‘em

They just slaves to the industry

By the time I wake up, they either dead or in the penitentiary

Can I be young and black from the hood?

And understand sellin' crack is not what’s good?

We use guns for too long

It’s time to use our mind

If it’s an eye for an eye is gon' leave everybody blind

Don’t never be scared to die

When you fightin' for what’s right

Let your light shine even in the middle of the night

Now, I know you young

I hope this is not too much for you to handle

Dee-1, man

I know more than you think

I understand them

Look around, folks is hopeless

That’s when they start usin' it

Then, they get addicted

That’s when they start abusin' it

We label ‘em as outcasts, call ‘em vex or fiends

Crackheads or junkies and anythin' in between

They got families, little kids and all that

And everybody suffers once they go on that (Crack, crack, crack, crack)

It’s like a monkey on they back they can’t shake

A move they can’t make

A bond they can’t break

My bad, dude, let me bring you to a close

A man is held accountable for whatever he knows

So I don’t expect for you to ever go back

To either think about sellin' or think about ever usin' crack