James Brown - King Heroin lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly, k**ers in the country today I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin' I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real strange, weird object Standin' up talkin' to the people And I found out it was h**n That deadly drug that go in your veins He says I came to this country without a pa**port Ever since then I've been hunted and sought My little white grains are nothin' but waste Soft and deadly and bitter to taste I'm a world of power and all know it's true Use me once and you'll know it, too I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks I can make a good man forsake his wife Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life I can make a man forsake his country and flag Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you k** In cellophane bags, I've found my way To heads of state and children at play I'm financed in China, ran in Japan I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex I can make the most virile of men forget their s** So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your best To keep up your habit until your arrest Now the police have taken you from under my wing Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king Now, you must lie in that county jail Where I can't get to you by visit or mail So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough Six days of madness, you might throw me off Curse me in name, defy me in speech But you'd pick me up right no if I were in your reach All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate Hear now young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate And don't be afraid, don't run, I'm not chased Sure my name is Heroin, you'll be back for a taste Behold, you're hooked, your foot is in the stirrup And make, haste, mount the steed and ride him well For the white horse of h**n will ride you to Hell, to Hell Will ride you to Hell until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revolution of the mind Get your mind together And get away from d** That's the man Back, back