[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