VERSE
And the people running away
The city full of the slave
And everyday is grey
The people gonna get it
And the cop is killing again
A brother father and friend
Nobody care in the end
The people gonna get it
Get it up in the morning
Like the bombs and the shooting
They killing babies the babies
The blood is just the pollution
Institution they getting
The money money from prison
Can make a living we living
Below the poverty listen
How we can get high
Like airplanes in the clouds
Sometimes I feel like a loser
How can my mama be proud
A step away from the hopeless
A check away from the homeless
I did a show for the troops
B-boyed with the soldiers
We getting high off the culture
Dodge and weave from the shock
The system running I'm running
And trying to keep with the clock
Trying to keep with the block
More sheep in the flock
Is it power in numbers
Or easy picking for cops
Don't worry bout nothin nothin
Have a coke and a smile
They kill on camera now
Most of them never see trial
If you rich then you win
If you poor then you lose
Its easy peasy so sleezy
Its my get high blues
I wanna get high
High above the clouds high above the hate
Cynicism my own mind create get high
Red white yellow black brown
Body mind soul smell touch sound
Come on get on its on
Blood for chevron exxon example
Poison the body like foods from monsanto
Thin line between showbiz and a sambo
Is it just the rich pulling strings like a banjo
I wanna get get high, come on and
We gotta get get high, come on and
I said get high, get high
Come on and
Get high
Come on and
Get high