[Intro: Reefer Madness Sample]

Well, the coming thing! Nice kids. No trouble to anyone

Just a harmless evening smoking pot and each one is sure he won't get hooked. They think there's still a future

But in a year half of them will be on the hard stuff

And next year three out of every ten will be dead...

[Verse 1]

Gotta go the right way, not get left

Not in ninth grade. In the books, ace tests

But when I hit eleventh man that shit was temptin'

Family situation turned to stressin'

Blaze with homies when I'm ventin'

No preventative care even with the MediCal healthcare

And livin' off of welfare

Home I'd never go 'cause it was hell there

My heart wasn't held there

If I had a rich uncle I'd have been shipped off to Bel Air

Instead I gripped shovels hole diggin' tryna ditch struggle

Get in big trouble. Seperate families never well aware

Chase occasions to evade it, drainin' tanks, and drivin' everywhere

Broken home with no handyman to clean and make repairs

Unlock the door at four A.M., and walkin' up the stairs

Didn't think I might be naive and ill prepared...

[Bridge Sample: Mike Huckabee]

Illegals, prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers...

[Verse 2]

...to sort between the brothers and the bloodsuckers

Sneak attackin' like a ninja when he's nunchuckin'

Knew them dudes, played ball, never thought they'd come from it

Hittin' pizzos Rascal had 'em constant customers

At first I was hesitant, but then it got evident

Lost judgement just to get a fix. Never though I'd hit a lick

Mazda 626 with the stick shift

Getaway drivin' fuckin' splittin' the scene

'Bout the riskin' of a teen. Didn't really intervene

They was scared of nicotene. Dipped it in promethazine

Don't believe gateway propaganda

Grew to trust a bad crowd growin' on me like a cancer

Through the bumps out to ditch the house is the answer

Hard stuff, hard head, hard way

Apart from apartment, the arch was a dark place

Smart with the parchment started with vices