P.P.E.

[Chorus: Sample] Junkies, pushers, everywhere Poor people, brown man, red man, yellow man Junkies, pushers, everywhere Poor people, everywhere Junkies, pushers, everywhere Poor people, brown man, black, white Junkies, pushers, everywhere Poor people, everywhere [Verse 1: Masta Ace] It's like everywhere I look, I see a lack of hope (Yeah) I'm puttin' strain on the heart from the crack and cope (Yeah) Another toke in the lungs, that tobacco smoke Certain death at the bottom of that bag of dope Gag and choke all my folk from around the way Most runnin' on the field don't know how to play (Uh) Life's hard and they can't beat the odds They relyin' on God but they don't know how to pray I'm bendin' knee like boys to men (Boys to men) Surrounded by sin, saw the gun but I chose the pen It's like poverty is closin' in I know in my heart, this ain't how it's supposed to end I'm in the wrong damn neighborhood (Neighborhood) Misery is gettin' stopped, high like paper goods (Uh) Before a hurricane (Uh), I try to bury pain (Uh) They said I should but I'm not tryin' to stay for good (Nah) I wanna live someplace that's not a disgrace They gave chase and that man got shot in the face (Pow) Why can't we live like them over there? Poors guys try to rise, they give us the chair, yeah Either that or a lethal injection (Uh) They make it seem like a means of protections Only got one gun but I need a collection Garden grow when they sold it, cease deception See the connection? Everywhere [Chorus: Sample, Masta Ace] Junkies, pushers, everywhere Poor people, brown man, red man, yellow man Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, everywhere Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, brown man, black, white Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, everywhere [Verse 2: Masta Ace] I see the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody Got them a .380, now you robbin' every party Please watch your step 'cause really, it's scary shorty Dudes got guns, they produced like Barry Gordy (It's kinda wild) And this shit doesn't discriminate If you wise, you would not try to assimilate Before your eyes, it's denigration that lies Big man on the rise in a 750 like ten to eight Music drownin' out the sounds of his people dyin' And they still linin' up and they keep on buyin' And the nutcracker's lace went fentanyl Keef got his last damn check and he spent it all Black, yellow, brown, white, yeah, we all a fallin' (Fallin') Fuck him to a slow death like the water ballin' Bunch of crabs in the pot, somebody got stabbed on the block And the lawyer, he was court appointed, he gon' get shorted [Chorus: Sample, Masta Ace] Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, brown man, red man, yellow man Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, everywhere Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, brown man, black, white Junkies, pushers, everywhere (Everywhere) Poor people, everywhere