"This for the creatures of addiction,
Tweaking when you sleeping and sleeping where you sitting
The ugliness of beautiful Frisco living
Skyscrapers full of cubicles, the streets is a prison
The city's in the sewers so the people piss in it
Sans pot or pan, where they eat they shyt in it
Living off the land though they see disease in it
Tipsy off a handle, they seen deceased visions
Jungle of asphalt, they seen the beast in it
Emerging from the precinct, lurking in the evening
Observed in its cage but it's perfectly deceiving
The caged are the prey, every man is an animal
The beast is The Man and The Man is a cannibal
The proof's in his belly
Its contents the conquests, of Hoover and Kelly
FBI convicts rooming with cellies
Televised conflict, War On Drugs
That's what they call it but the war's on us
Children with no family, daddy's warring for bucks
No Daddy Warbucks for the orphans of drugs
They say it's more bucks in exporting the drugs
Mexican Columbian, bricks exiting they country in
planes that the CIA paid for to smuggle in
Cocaine for the Bloods and Crips,
War games for the government,
Propane in the stove, it cooked everything that we know
From cracks in the streets black kingpins arose...
The next thing they was gone"
Let me know what you think
