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