he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of the an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.
verse 1 (J.Smo)
era of the civil rights,
era of the Hippies' height,
Black Panthers in their prime, but tell me...
where'd they go when crack arrived?
I don't know...
underground, infiltrated, hmmm...
power of the people, nah the system can't escape,
got to hold us down, yes the fire they have to tame it,
best way to do it? declare a Drug War,
find all the opiates, send to home shores,
find all the coca, damn it! we want more,
now we all strung out on God's Bathroom Floor,
content with being numb, too lazy to add the sums,
counterculture's now a niche for advertisements,
and you could be cool if their junk you would buy it,
but propaganda do we see?
cause it's propaganda we believe.
(Bob Crain)
he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of the an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.
verse 2 (J.Smo)
now the private prisons banking profits,
off of these drugs that we got in our pockets,
use entertainment to sell us the sex,
yeah, we love glitz and glam, hella violence, nothing else,
you know we Breaking Bad when we so far left,
our favorite TV show's about a teacher cooking meth,
see the cancer spread, evil breaks bread,
with so much style we're easily mislead,
from the dimes to quarters to the ounces to the pounds,
from the fiend to the snitch to the cops knocking loud,
to the bribes that they offer to help take him down,
the big bad wolf, a pawn in their game now...
to the judges in the court rooms closing the case,
to the hustlers in the streets trying to feed their face,
to the mother and the newborn running in place,
anything for escape, anything for escape.
(Bob Crain)
he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of the an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.
verse 3 (J.Smo)
it was all about the green, then came the white,
then came the skittles, then came the knife,
then came lines of powder on the table,
son of a preacher man, running from the labels.
surrounded by fiends, it was time to stack dough,
backed by some thugs who would put you on the flo',
flipped them first sacks until they turned to a brick,
in my mama's car steady making those trips,
I-24, I-40 to the East,
praying to the gods I don't see no police,
hold my son close when I got back home,
put him to the bed and then the party was on,
dollas, dollas, dollas, dreams, dreams, dreams,
forsaken drug war veteran churning some cream,
a cog in a system so cold, so mean,
they making so much money just off the legal fees.
(Bob Crain)
he still lives the beliefs of the rank he did hold,
hopes the story of the Drug Wars is finally told,
should we cling to the hope of the an old Drug War Veteran?
who answered the call and lived through it all.
verse 4 (Bob Crain)
the volcanic islands, cheap snow made its way,
the captain now fueled on cocaine and Tanqueray,
the war was still raging but now between themselves,
they lost the brotherhood, but the money was swell,
the captain look around and it seemed all was lost,
his crew held together but at what costs,
it looked as if the young mind army was defeated,
old ways of treachery saw it mostly depelted,
the last battle lost in '75,
it just came down to staying alive,
the captain kept fighting, sometimes hand to hand,
nothing left of his men but a small trusty band,
hard drugs and money replaced acid and weed,
the good bush so expensive, just fair market greed,
the captain stood alone, the flower children all gone,
it was hard to believe what had come of this song.

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