VERSE And the people running away The city full of the slave And everyday is grey The people gonna get it And the cop is k**ing again A brother father and friend Nobody care in the end The people gonna get it Get it up in the morning Like the bombs and the shooting They k**ing babies the babies The blood is just the pollution Institution they getting The money money from prison Can make a living we living Below the poverty listen How we can get high Like airplanes in the clouds Sometimes I feel like a loser How can my mama be proud A step away from the hopeless A check away from the homeless I did a show for the troops B-boyed with the soldiers We getting high off the culture Dodge and weave from the shock The system running I'm running And trying to keep with the clock Trying to keep with the block More sheep in the flock Is it power in numbers Or easy picking for cops Don't worry bout nothin nothin Have a coke and a smile They k** on camera now Most of them never see trial If you rich then you win If you poor then you lose Its easy peasy so sleezy Its my get high blues I wanna get high High above the clouds high above the hate Cynicism my own mind create get high Red white yellow black brown Body mind soul smell touch sound Come on get on its on Blood for chevron exxon example Poison the body like foods from monsanto Thin line between showbiz and a sambo Is it just the rich pulling strings like a banjo I wanna get get high, come on and We gotta get get high, come on and I said get high, get high Come on and Get high Come on and Get high