Crackhead

I’m the badest of the badest of the badest of the bad
Crackhead
Basehead
I don’t know how i got so lost
Something in my mind and i pay the cost
Yes i tried to hide away
Oh the truth i did not want to face
Like ice t says «you played yourself»
Me and you can’t blame no one else
I don’t want your sympathy
Your sympathy is no good to me
Better keep on fearing me…
Better keep the fear
If you want to understand
Come into my world
Come take my hand
If you try to run away
Away from yourself you can never win the race
Freaks and fiends are everywhere
They lost their way/lost their cares
If you try to run away
Away from yourself
You can never win the race
This is more than trenchtown rock
Rock is something smoked as well as pot
Concern is shown as it gets a grip
Away from the ghetto onto the rich
Chuck d would say «i'm a basehead
I got to get away
I got to face it
You can’t trust me
I can’t trust myself
Yes i got to learn to be true to myself
Here come them rocks again
Falling in my head
Messing up my head
Here come them bones again
Rolling in my head
Messing up my head
Let me smoke my crack pipe now…