I come from that era of crack and it’s done so much harm to the way that people think.
I’m 47 years old and I come from that era of crack and it’s done so much harm to the way that people think. The way that people think and the way that people approach life and the normalization of crime and violence that I had to make a tribute to it. I did it in my own little creative way.
A Tribute to Crack Rock
This is a tribute to crack rock and the people that push it
and the people that smuggle it in their cushions.
Most guys hide their sack in the bushes
but there are some people that like to
hide it in the crack of their cushions
for when the cops come up the block
and they jump out of their cars with their glocks
and they tell all of us to reach for the stars.
Now look, prison is a part of the game and it’s never ending.
And oftentimes we do the same thing
on this yard in Quentin.
But there’s something that I did not mention.
That there are certain women that like to deal with brothers
when they know that they’re spending.
So the job is to continue using it.
They’re all people down to the turf to push birds
and bring you back two thirds.
Now, Ronald Reagan, he made coke affordable.
They taught us how to cook crack and
to bring back enough to
make our stacks.
Now, I’m saying what I said,
and I cannot take that back.
I just want America to try to
face this fact,
that if you can’t dribble a ball
or pass that pig,
you’re in school, dumb as hell,
and you cannot pass trig,
they got a job for you, my nig,
and that’s to pitch those rocks.
Now, put the sack in your hand
and go get that block.
Now, every turf, they have a Nino Brown,
where the older brothers talk about him,
and you hear them say that he’s so down,
you work your way from the corner to
supplying the bricks and
the cost of powder in the bay
is the only thing you’ve ever tried to fix.
Now I’d be lying if I told you that I ain’t pissed.
Around my way, most people say that I ain’t spitting.
Now the rule boys, they piss green and they won’t hesitate
to tap their old people with an M16.
In ‘88, they had gasoline and it really stank,
because they brought it in from Mexico, hidden in gas tanks.
Now, what did your ass think?
This just popped up on the corner, you got
cocaine, ecstasy, and marijuana, you get
high off your own supply, and you’re a goner,
because they’ll send you to that federal prison in Arizona.
The shipment came over the border in California.
It started off in Cabo,
but ended up in Pomona.
Now, if you cannot dribble the ball
or pass that pig and you’re in school, then that’s hell.
If you can’t pass that tree, they got a job for you by name
to pitch those rocks.
But this time you’ll have a sack once in your hand
and you’ll be moving to North block.
