Crack In New York - Culture

Wake up this morning and read the newspaper in my land

Against ganja a brand new fight began (say what)

Yet them nuh see the man with the coke in the paper

Somehow, this ting is well organized

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Don’t watch me ganja, watch that

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, Lord

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Police and soldiers and boys

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Saw another article with a youth and his mother (say so)

Mother took his little pants to the laundry to wash

Feel something quite slippery in the pocket

When she check it out, there was cocaine

She said: «Son, what are you doing with such a debris?»

No hesitation, the boy blast down the mother

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Police, soldiers and rudeboys

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, my gosh

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Police and soldiers around the corner

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

If you see dem faces when dem sniff the business

Look like they ain’t got a moment to live

And when you take a dim view up in dem nostrils

Look like when dem drug racehorse ah Caymanas Park

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

Don’t watch the ganja, watch that

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack, my gosh

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

They are so intelligent about it

Inna New York, dem a run down the crack

The daughters don’t even want to see their mothers

All because of the foolish crack

The sons don’t even want to see their fathers

Even professional got spoiled by it too

Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack

Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack

Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack

Oh little boys, watch that

Inna New York, dem a look fi di crack

No man can stop me from smoke my ganja

Nor stop dem from sniff coke an' eat pork

Neither Rasta a stop dem from go to the rum bar