This is a song about "The ccc"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Malcolm x, by any means

Thinkin of the the dreams