N.O. Joe - Crack lyrics

[Verse 1: Scarface] 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 n***as 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 f**in' problems New days changes, different than how it was We upped it from stealin' cars to hustlin', dealin' d** I've seen a whole lot of good n***as die Cause the ghetto took advantage when situations provide [Hook] That's my life, story of a n***a 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 n***a in the ghetto Crack rock slangin' in the ghetto Momma why you leave me in the ghetto The ghetto [Verse 2: Scarface] 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 n***a's broke Makes him more prone to drop out of school and f** with dope With hopes of gettin' paper and chasin' his f**in' 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 a** Doin' nothin', f** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Scarface] 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 f**ed by drug laws, n***as 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 k**er 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 d** turned to a war on us Then aids just topped it off, this sh** here is f**ed 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 motherf**er strugglin' [Hook]