Mac Dre - Pawns in the Game lyrics

Mac D-R-E, Mac D-R-E (do you feel me?) [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I did the thing in the pen the whole time I was in I stayed soaking up game and steady pushing my pen I read about sh** I never knew existed Before I went to jail I had the whole thing twisted But now I know and I'm finna expose What really goes on behind closed doors Them devils got a plot that'll shock the nation To control black power and population Snake motherf**as been running the game That all started off with crack c**aine They flooded neighborhoods where the black folks dwell And got everybody using and trying to sell When drug dealing increased then the k**ings increased Then more young black brothers came up deceased Senseless violence invaded the streets They had us k**ing each other but we couldn't peep We was pawns in the game that the fools created And this is what they did to keep things shaded In 1985 they launched the War on Drugs Claiming that they dreaded all the k**ers and thugs But this was Phase 2 of a fat plan To control the population of the black man Even back then, it didn't seem right When them racist police got the green light In Chicago, Miami, Atlanta GA Little Rock, Louisville and the OAK New York, Minnesota, and all them places Young brothers got stuck with dope cases To the public they looked like heroes While young brothers looked like zeroes They took black men from black ladies Cuz with less black men There's less black babies ain't it shady? It gets way deep Phase 3 is the plan to keep us off the streets They stuck us in jail and said now that we got y'all Let us introduce you to this crack law Now everybody know what the crack is In them ghetto neighborhoods where the blacks live Crack is coke cooked with baking soda But no matter how you cook it, it's still yola But the courts got laws that punish folks A 100 more times than powdered coke You ask why? Well I'm goin' tell it They charge more for crack Cuz black folks sell it Is it justice or is it just us? And them devil motherf**ers against us Our future lawyers and presidents Got cold prison cells for residence And them young black souljas with brave hearts? Is filling up the cells and the grave yards And the black queen? She also losing Because she turn to theft and prostitute To support a habit that's part of a plan To regulate the status of the black man Will it change or will we all remain Some motherf**ing pawns in this game? (Mac Dre ad libs)