Crack - Scarface

They say the world is a ghetto, I’m witnessin' a generation die

By poverty sickness and homicide

Now Momma on the front pew, askin' the preacher why

Like he knowin' what it’s like to be hated and criticized

And sharks in the water create you the wrong way

When you’re a target, see that’s how these niggas out here behave

I hate to go to funerals, I never visit graves

Cause I’m knowin' that through this dirt that, you can’t hear me when I say

That I love you dawg, and out of all them power moves I coulda' made

I focused on keepin' your family straight

I, po' out some liquor so you don’t go out forgotten

I’m drownin' off in this bottle, tryin' to solve my fuckin' problems

New days changes, different than how it was

We upped it from stealin' cars to hustlin', dealin' drugs

I’ve seen a whole lot of good niggas die

Cause the ghetto took advantage when situations provide

That’s my life, story of a nigga in the ghetto

Money minimal so we settle

For whatever they give us in the ghetto

We settle

That’s my life, story of a nigga in the ghetto

Crack rock slangin' in the ghetto

Momma why you leave me in the ghetto

The ghetto

The little kids in the hood live a life with no outlets

Rap or ball playin' to survive

Devils in disguise in the fact that a nigga’s broke

Makes him more prone to drop out of school and fuck with dope

With hopes of gettin' paper and chasin' his fuckin' dream

But America’s got us dyin' for it waitin' for relief

The penitentiaries is filled to the max

With my people who tried to make it out but never made it back

Crack, to see yo' Momma doin' bad

Hit as hard as you see it, yo' daddy sittin' on his ass

Doin' nothin', fuck it, that’s when them tears start rushin'

White powder in the coffee pot bubblin', hustlin'

I know exactly where you at dawg

Out there on the corner where the rats crawl

It’s my life

I shoot it out befo' I bail, fly befo' I set sail

I’d rather die cause I could never tell

Rather see Heaven, I done been through Hell

Seen the elderly fucked by drug laws, niggas dyin' in jail

The guidelines stiffer, they sentence my people different

Instead of intervention they sendin' us straight to prison

First time offenders get tangled up in the system

For ghost dope, he went from dopeman to straight killer

It’s po' folks, you livin' in the hood

But yet and still you can’t survive

Cause Reagan never planned for us to rise

The war on drugs turned to a war on us

Then aids just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up

You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job

Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God

Faith is one thing without work you ain’t got nothin'

Decisions from a motherfucker strugglin'