Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crack, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 16.06.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crack |
| They say the world is a ghetto, I’m witnessin' a generation die |
| By poverty sickness and homicide |
| Now Momma on the front pew, askin' the preacher why |
| Like he knowin' what it’s like to be hated and criticized |
| And sharks in the water create you the wrong way |
| When you’re a target, see that’s how these niggas out here behave |
| I hate to go to funerals, I never visit graves |
| Cause I’m knowin' that through this dirt that, you can’t hear me when I say |
| That I love you dawg, and out of all them power moves I coulda' made |
| I focused on keepin' your family straight |
| I, po' out some liquor so you don’t go out forgotten |
| I’m drownin' off in this bottle, tryin' to solve my fuckin' problems |
| New days changes, different than how it was |
| We upped it from stealin' cars to hustlin', dealin' drugs |
| I’ve seen a whole lot of good niggas die |
| Cause the ghetto took advantage when situations provide |
| That’s my life, story of a nigga in the ghetto |
| Money minimal so we settle |
| For whatever they give us in the ghetto |
| We settle |
| That’s my life, story of a nigga in the ghetto |
| Crack rock slangin' in the ghetto |
| Momma why you leave me in the ghetto |
| The ghetto |
| The little kids in the hood live a life with no outlets |
| Rap or ball playin' to survive |
| Devils in disguise in the fact that a nigga’s broke |
| Makes him more prone to drop out of school and fuck with dope |
| With hopes of gettin' paper and chasin' his fuckin' dream |
| But America’s got us dyin' for it waitin' for relief |
| The penitentiaries is filled to the max |
| With my people who tried to make it out but never made it back |
| Crack, to see yo' Momma doin' bad |
| Hit as hard as you see it, yo' daddy sittin' on his ass |
| Doin' nothin', fuck it, that’s when them tears start rushin' |
| White powder in the coffee pot bubblin', hustlin' |
| I know exactly where you at dawg |
| Out there on the corner where the rats crawl |
| It’s my life |
| I shoot it out befo' I bail, fly befo' I set sail |
| I’d rather die cause I could never tell |
| Rather see Heaven, I done been through Hell |
| Seen the elderly fucked by drug laws, niggas dyin' in jail |
| The guidelines stiffer, they sentence my people different |
| Instead of intervention they sendin' us straight to prison |
| First time offenders get tangled up in the system |
| For ghost dope, he went from dopeman to straight killer |
| It’s po' folks, you livin' in the hood |
| But yet and still you can’t survive |
| Cause Reagan never planned for us to rise |
| The war on drugs turned to a war on us |
| Then aids just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up |
| You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job |
| Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God |
| Faith is one thing without work you ain’t got nothin' |
| Decisions from a motherfucker strugglin' |