Quick Money

We was raised in the slum with crack placed on our blocks, Then we grew up in the hood taught to cook & sell crack rock, The only risk is to watch out for the cops to prevent a night in jail with three hots in a cot, Now your sitting waiting for bail, But the longer you wait your mind becomes more accustom to jail, So when you’re free all your able to do is get “quick money,” Back on the beat So now that risk process you’re forced to repeat, While your self creates a new life to live, When you don’t get what you need to give, You feel there’s no reason to live, However your education isn’t to uplift the nation, When all you want to do is make “quick money” to support a kid Or put an end to the frustration, But here’s the devils trick, He allows positive people to enter your life to recondition it, But you deny your only chance to try, Instead of going to school & paying a different type of dues, You go back to the way you was brought up to live, “to get what you need to give,” Crack to your own people Because we’re so infatuated with making “quick money” & how to live illegal, Now your only life options is to get stuck with a convict Or to admit to the devils trick He didn’t have to use a gun, But a trick to get your soul to make you think getting “quick money” Is your only way out the slum…