A child was born, with no state of mindThat's the money verse.
Blind to the ways of mankind.
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
'Cause only God knows what you go through.
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate.
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway.
You'll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers.
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them.
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers.
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool,
But then you wind up dropping out of high school.
Now you're unemployed, all null 'n void,
Walking around like youre Pretty Boy Floyd.
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got sent up for an eight year bid.
Now your manhood's took and you're a Maytag.
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag,
Being used and abused, and served like hell,
'Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell.
It was plain to see that your life was lost,
You was cold and your body swung back and forth,
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young.
Hey y'all! We're havin' a ball! We hope you're doin' fine!And then they go on about zodiac signs and birthdays and how great the FF are and I don't remember this but probably eating frosting off the cake too. With, if memory serves, kazoos playing the main riff. Right up there with the Sugar Hill Gang rapping about eating bad food at their friends momma's house and banging Lois Lane and shit like that.
'Cause any time is a happy time for a birthday party rhyme!
It’s no good to write a deliberate anti-drug song and hope that it will catch. Because the general thing is that people will be upset by that. It would disturb them to have someone else shoving something down their throat. So the best thing to do is offer something that seems ambiguous — that on study or on reflection actually can be seen to be ‘anti’— which the song “Cocaine” is actually an anti-cocaine song. If you study it or look at it with a little bit of thought… from a distance… or as it goes by… it just sounds like a song about cocaine. But in actual fact, it is quite cleverly anti-cocaine.
Shoulda been in there a decade ago.First record, 1979. First eligibility, 2004.
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