Crack Concrete

The pusherman pushing every export they experiment with
On the main strip
Call it crop of the creme
Definition of the system's pipe dream
Got us pumping poisons in our bloodstream
Cause we wanna feel the high
Wanna wake up satisfied
Not living to survive or die
Get shot up in a drive-by in the night
Live the hood fairytale that always ends in goodbye
Snip it
Whip it
Snort it
Every way absorb it
White powder got us feeling all distorted
White money keepin' all of it imported
Drug bustin' now our whole hood extorted

It's the pusherman's dream
They suppressing Black screams
Till we've fallen our knees
And we're stricken with disease
And the rose won't grow
Through the crack concrete

Mama
Can't you hear the fear that's in our cries
Crack concrete and crystal eyes
Everybody want an ounce of our demise

Mama
Can't you hear the fear that's in our cries
Crack concrete and crystal eyes
Everybody want an ounce of our demise

The war on drugs was a ploy to police our Blackness
Using our hoods for practice
Swiping out a whole race with powder and tactics
Tactical alliance got us forming this malice
Rather inject than inflect our voices
When mama strung out, you don't got much choices
And daddy locked up cause he was selling the poison
The systems set up to neglect our voices
Limit our choices
Get us locked up
Leave us in cells voiceless
Break our families down with no hope of rejoicing
This world could be ours
Unified as we joining together as one
Hoping that our fate won't be the barrel of a gun
You'd rather hit a lick, or take a sip, than hear it click
You'd rather us see us hooked than in a puddle of our blood
Dripping red, bullet riddled, then they paint us as a thug.

Mama
Can't you hear the fear that's in our cries
Crack concrete and crystal eyes
Everybody want an ounce of our demise

Mama
Can't you hear the fear that's in our cries
Crack concrete and crystal eyes
Everybody want an ounce of our demise

Run pusherman, pusherman run run
They hired you to sell, but now the addicts strapped with guns
Black on Black crime is what they'll call it when the sun
Comes up, look at Black bodies like come ups
Black death is how this whole ordeal could be summed up
Murderous intentions from a system no one mentions
Contollin' all our media, acquiring attention
They wanna import vices, but then paint us as the villains

Coke
Crack
Snow
Blow
A white wonderland that monetizes off our woes
Rock
Grit
Powder
Pearl
The words and opinions of a little Black girl
Who sees the world for what it is and how we live
And I can't help but say these words aloud

Mama
Can't you hear the fear that's in our cries
Crack concrete and crystal eyes
Everybody want an ounce of our demise



Credits
Writer(s): Trinity Eleazer
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