george w bush and osama bin laden sniffin' coke in a limo, all the glass on the limousine got tint, they cruise the city with no problemo, secretary of state take a memo, get on stage and sell lies to the people, the government pray to an opiate god,they want us all to be slaves to the needle, is it religion or is it evil, when benedict 16 used to be a nazi, poor people become public enemy number 1 when the pope got too much posse,billion dollar satelites watchin' vietnam vets still eat out the trash can,soldiers on the front lines feelin' the pain,but cocaine on the plate of the rich man. streets full of needles and crackpipes,rush the baby to the hospital for the rat bite, poor people still suffer,who needs a tv when we can see it live in the gutter, another youth died in the gutter, but just before he went to the other side, he cried in the gutter, somebody ran quick fast told his mama, another one of her sons fell victim to the drama, she crying to the lord send an angel to save her thinking about the 16 hours of hard labor she pushed and pushed until he came out the womb she never thought the streets would take him this soon and she cant keep still, she just pace the room cause she gotta go down to the morgue and face the doom once more, she wondering what they want to kill her son for but she didnt know her son ran with a four four he kept it strapped close to his waist reaching for his toast he got clapped in the face harriett tubman would be flippin' if she could see slaves on seperate sides of the same plantation set trippin' heres a true story that never been told about a man who shot up so much his arms was swole he main-lining through the eye of a needle riding a white horse getting higher than an eagle some people say im going to hell sellin' death to a dopefiend while im blowin' an L my turn to work the spot and im noid as hell but the spot was open as long as long as theres work to sell best way to avoid the jail, if you see a feen you dont know avoid the sale cause we livin' in the city of dope where the feens shoot it up in they arms and the crack heads smoke even the cops love takin' a bump so we say fuck the law we in the streets, makin' a lump