[Verse 1]
Uh, it's 9:00 p.m. she knocking, she waits for an answer
With money that she stole, supposed to pay for the pampers
Copped the drugs you cook up with a spoon, not a fork
She got a poor taste for smoke, she still a few dollars short
They say Wanda just like a dog trying to sniff a lick
They say Wanda gon' break some hearts just to get a fix
She countin' change, this ain't enough, but this is why she steal to get high
But she said it's better than sex, how it feels to be high
Speaking of sex, she got three kids and two different fathers
The last one stеpped up, but the first dude didn't bothеr
She losing her daughter and they meet in hospital rehab
Tried to stay clean, but it got so cold that she relapsed, damn
She was the high school beauty queen, now she a looney fiend
Plottin' on every person who she meet
Her kid's father tried to stop her, but she choose the streets
He tried to tie the knot, but now she use the string
[Interlude]
I, I think that the problems that he had
Were magnified and triggered by the release that he seemed to find in drugs
[Verse 2]
Uh, I compare drug dealers more to the fiends
A lifestyle that come addicted to money, fortune and dreams
Supporting the needs, victim of poverty torture king
He cooked to feed drugs to the streets to avoid his greed
He did a bid, he said he'd never sell a drug again
He relapsed from reality, took off the cuffs from wrists
That first piece of paper was like a fiend's first hit
He served pitch, so did mom when she birthed kids, she need her fix
Took a loss, guess he learned quick, how to squeeze, turn, flip
That first ten 'cause he earned quick, it seemed perfect
They told you crime pays and that's how you make every dime
I promise, this my last time, well, that's what they say every time, uh
Life expectancy, but these streets ain't growing old
Some niggas couldn't do the time they're given, so they told
Compare it to a fiend that escapes when they go to smoke
Prison bids and death to a hustler is overdose
[Interlude]
We don't have any drugs, we don't have any money
Losing control
We do have a high concentration of violence prone individuals
[Verse 3]
After rehabs and twelve-step plans, Wanda sober
But the life she came back to was different and a child is older
Now she's searching for jobs with a comfortable salary
All them years getting high, she lost touch with reality
Took a drive on the way to the grocery shop, the smoker's plot
Fighting urges off to pull over because she know the spots
She snaps out of it, parked her car to go shop for dinner
And crossed paths with that nigga she used to cop that shit from
All she think of is memories of her past life
Retired hustler, said the last bid was his last time
But certain memories, he just can't escape
'Cause checks he making now, in a month, he could make a day
So he made a play, she drove away
Gathered her change she needed to smoke away
She choke and faint, he sold her straight
A bold mistake, he know it's fate
The fast life and a fast high
Who'd have guessed when you said that this is your last time
Might end up being your last time
[Outro]
The streets of Buffalo certainly have been a dangerous place lately
As you mentioned, seventeen days, seventeen shootings
Eight of which were fatal
People here in the neighborhood hosting the vigil
Because they say there has been too much violence in Buffalo recently
Again, those numbers, hope, police are hoping will not continue to rise
We are not being protected here in this community
There's only so much that antiviolence groups that can do
We have far too many weapons on our city's street
This is all, um, in connection to a recent rash of suspected gang violence
We'll have much more tonight at 11:00 o'clock
