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Crack In New York

Wake up this morning and read the newspaper in my land
Against ganja a brand new fight began (say what)
Yet them nuh see the man with the coke in the paper
Somehow, this ting is well organized
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Don’t watch me ganja, watch that
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, Lord
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Police and soldiers and boys
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Saw another article with a youth and his mother (say so)
Mother took his little pants to the laundry to wash
Feel something quite slippery in the pocket
When she check it out, there was cocaine
She said: «Son, what are you doing with such a debris?»
No hesitation, the boy blast down the mother
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Police, soldiers and rudeboys
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, my gosh
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Police and soldiers around the corner
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
If you see dem faces when dem sniff the business
Look like they ain’t got a moment to live
And when you take a dim view up in dem nostrils
Look like when dem drug racehorse ah Caymanas Park
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
Don’t watch the ganja, watch that
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, my gosh
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
They are so intelligent about it
Inna New York, dem a run down the crack
The daughters don’t even want to see their mothers
All because of the foolish crack
The sons don’t even want to see their fathers
Even professional got spoiled by it too
Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack
Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack
Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack
Oh little boys, watch that
Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack
No man can stop me from smoke my ganja
Nor stop dem from sniff coke an' eat pork
Neither Rasta a stop dem from go to the rum bar