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