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Tales from the Crack Side

Tales from the Crack Side

Tales from the Crack Side

I woke up in the morning on a regular day

I knew my man named R would be around my way

I brushed my hair, my teeth, suddenly I washed my face

Then he came over my house with his drug base

He kept saying if I take one hit of a pipe

I write record to rhyme before the rest of the night

I said, «R, I don’t do drugs, or drugs are whack»

«And ain’t that base drug like the drug, crack?»

He said «No Solo, see base is legit»

«Girls go for base, and everybody does it»

He left off quick and left me, the base, and the pipe

And I thought I write a record a rhyme before I reach night

I said if that’s true, but any case

I couldn’t wait to write my record after I smoke the base

He left the crib, I heard the telephone

It was my mom telling me to watch my sister till she gets home

I hung up the phone, with no time to waste

I put my sister in the kitchen so I could smoke the base

It had a funny taste but it didn’t taste bad I felt high

That’s when I got my pen and pad

I wrote a rhyme that was funky

I broke in a race

'Cause the rhyme that I wrote tried to run off my page

I said, «Stop rhyme»

Then I grabbed the knife and cut the rhyme

That I’ve seen running in my sight

I got in mind was happy when I thought the rhyme was dead

Till he swung and caught me square in the head

I fell on my floor and

The rhyme grabbed the knife

And cut my little sister

I thought it took her life

She fell on the floor, blood covered the rug

The rhyme was laughing to my surprise, I knew something was bugged

I got on the phone to call the cops, «What should I do?»

You’d did the same thing if you was in my shoes

As I started talking I seen the rhyme run by

And hit me with a can of ravioli in my eye

I fell on the floor, look, and when my vision cleared

I looked around the house and see the rhyme disappeared

I started to cry I said, «Oh, what would my mom say?»

That’s when I heard a car pull up into the driveway

She came in the house, she took a look at the place

See my sister still bleeding, the knife and the base

She said, «You cut your sister while you were smoking that shit»

I said, «Mom, I didn’t cut 'er, the rhyme did it»

I knew this was the truth, mom thought it was a lie

Some of y’all might even think it’s just a Tale from the Crack Side

A Tale from the Crack Side

A Tale from the Crack Side

Mom was crying, she went in shock

Got on the phone, and then she started crying to the cops

So I ran out the door, and I look for

The rhyme that cut my sister, who bled on my floor

I got in the yard, went out, ran out in the street

I had to duck behind some trees 'cause I seen the police

When they ran in my house and shut up the block

I see my girlfriend coming to my house, and my jaw dropped

I said, «Baby stop,» but yo, she kept on walking

I knew pretty soon the cops would be hawking

I never knew the trouble I was really headed for

Till the rhyme appeared again dressed as Santa Claus

He said, «Ho ho ho, baby you look great»

And told me dead on my face my girl was gonna get raped

Me watching this whole thing, it was blowing my mind

'Cause my girl was getting raped by this musical rhyme

He was sliding into fast my girl cried for help

I grabbed a stick, you know and Solo went for self

I hit the rhyme in the head and seen him drop

But then the rhyme disappeared and all I seen was cops

They were coming for me fast I couldn’t escape

Beside my girl was on the ground butt-naked yelling rape

One cop gave 'er a coat and said «Miss, are you alright?»

Another cop said, «That's the kid that cut his sister with the knife»

I told them my name, I tried to explain

They heard the side of my story

They said «Boy, you insane. You raped this girl too, come on and just admit it»

I said, «Man, I didn’t rape 'er, the rhyme did it»

I knew this was the truth but cops thought it was a lie

Some of y’all might even think it’s just a Tale from the Crack Side

A Tale from the Crack Side

A Tale from the Crack Side

Tale from the Crack Side

The cops tried to catch me, so I ran like hell

I needed someone to talk to, someone to tell

'Cause all these things were happening, they were blowing my mind

See, I knew I didn’t do this, I knew it was a rhyme

But who would believe me in any high state of mind

If they ask me who did it, and I say it was a rhyme

The cops didn’t buy it, this is why I’m being chased

And my moms told the cops that I was high on base

I’m running, I’m sweating

I suddenly knew that I had to get to P’s house as fast as I can, so

I shoot up this corner, run up another block

Looked over my shoulder, and seen I lost the cops then

I run to his door, bang like I break it in two

He said «Solo, hey man, the cops are looking for you»

I said, «Thanks to you, the base, and that pipe»

«I wrote a rhyme high last night and the rhyme came to life»

He started to laugh, he said «Yeah, right!»

I said, «It raped my girl on the block and cut my sister with a knife»

He started laughing, he thought it was a joke

He said, «Yo Solo, you had a little too much to smoke»

I grabbed him in the yoke, we started fighting on the floor

Suddenly that’s when I heard some noise that was coming from the door

Two conclusions enter my mind, I said

«Could it be the cops or the rhyme?»

But before when I told 'em my man paid me no mind

And when the door opened up, in came the rhyme

With a hammer in his hand he tried to hit me in my head

I ducked, but the hammer hit P instead

I started buggin' then, I said, «This must be a nightmare»

He was screaming on the floor and there was blood everywhere

I got on the phone, called the cops

He went in shock

And when I hung up the phone, cops was on the block

I stuck my head out the door, said, «Help me, the rhyme is in here»

But then he dropped the hammer, again he disappeared

The cops kept asking me how did he get hit

I kept trying to tell the cops «Yo, the rhyme did it»

They didn’t buy it, they said «Boy, you’re bug»

«You can save that rhyme story for the lawyer or the judge»

I get there the D.A. and judge still wouldn’t listen

They gave me fifteen to twenty-five years in prison

They take me somewhere, far upstate

For attempted murder, assault two, and rape

My family won’t talk to me, my friends won’t see me

My girl now hates me, and she don’t wanna marry me

Cause when this all dawned on me

It wasn’t a rhyme it was just basehead me

So I tell kids and adults in this place

This can happen to y’all if ya smoke crack or base

So do yourself a favor stay away from this

Or you’ll be in jail like I was, yelling the rhyme did it

No one will believe you, they’ll think you’re telling a lie

And your life will become another Tale from the Crack Side

Tale from the Crack Side

Tale from the Crack Side

Tale from the Crack Side

PMD, word up

Tom J, I’m out