Entitled "Cocaine World"

In this cocaine world

With all these cocaine things

All these little white cocaine lies

Causing a black man to scream for god just like he used to scream for his mama

There’s no soothing hug at the end of this conflict

Conjuring up a plan to have a destination wedding with disaster and all its white trashiness

Rolling up that dollar bill

Is like rolling out the red carpet for your demons

In their Sunday best outfits to walk on

Morning turned in to night

Which turned in to day

You want to stop this crippling addiction

Sadly you are a King without a Crown and unfortunately

Your body is not A red white yellow and blue symbol on a fast food place

Dopamine dependency does not want you to have it Your way

As you hold that pipe in your mouth

Life is but far from a dream

Traveling down the stream

Better yet traveling up shit’s Creek

You cannot speak to family members

When the insect sensations spread through your skin like wildfire

And saying you have an addiction

Is like telling them you have AIDS

No one wants to touch you

Let alone trust you

No dollar or a penny for their thoughts could ever change their mind now

Neurons connected to each other like subway systems

Now your brain screaming “it’s showtime”

You tried everything to live under the big marquee

You’ve decided like Biz Markie

That little Ms cocaine has got what you need

Your body is too addicted to that toxic love

Who opened your eyes to this cocaine world?

Whether it was your cousin, Uncle, or Big bro

Black people are hardheaded

So what they did not know they did not know

And what they did not know

Is that instead of teaching you how to tie a necktie

They slowly fastened the noose around your neck tide to several generations of oppression

But if you ask them they were just trying to help you find something to ease the pain of being black in America