crack kills

purple blanket unrolls blue white fills the film

im staring at an alleyway it turned out to be a wall

corner of the room taps upon the roof

I turn to look raindrops on the window pane

swaying trees all i hear is her name

before i awake i had a dream

you inviting mom inside your house

eating spaghetti out of a bong sitting on her couch

ignoring her to impress everyone else

she left with hollaring yells

brother there is so much to tell

how i got a new mic but i cant nam ethe price afraid that you'll steal

how im in a play but i cant invite you your unpredictable

how things are but ya mind aint right to comprehend it all i laugh abnd say its aight it not though

its enough that i popped my pops in my head he is dead i am my own father so

now i heard you could never trust a crack head your own words

how could you stoop so low i would kill the pusher like jack the ripper kills hookers

it hails it snows were all under the weather

fuck whoever skipped you and said this stuff better

god help him I tell ya hurt people would hurt people thats oppression

you hate to be alomne when with the homies peer pressure

under weather let the cloud elude ya under pressure ya crack in to

he sees the cloud thast the high it goes by then its gone

spending money like its minute made but its not

dont care about nuffin but me end of the day some way i get paid

think bout tomorrow, huh, how do i get another hit today

trying to return to the place before, god, I miss that kid he said

he's plagued with vision he'd see tall gray figures watching him in his head

he did weed cocaina needed something stronger instead

crumbs stole from momma for it to be sodl forgettin how to love instead

so many times he had hope so many times he had dope

if he dont i still do mams praying for you too

 

yellow pale rose hellow hail snow

burn some crumbs in the top piece burn it inhale it

see the furniture there steal it what a feelin

electric, 80 miles per second like a meteor strikin the earth

what is it worth more more more your entire soul engulfed whole for torment

heart skips a beat probbably dead in the street

caught by police and wind whistles and sirens wail

people weep a darling lies saying a nigga never hit her whats to keep

is it gangsta rap to blame on crack the government gave us that

ask those who wore a badge swore to protect if you fit the bill facts

this a colder CASE THAN OJ BLADE women bruise to her face and you can hear bass from sewers

and you say whose to blame