[Verse 1]

Look close at the man in the background

As he moves real calm through a dark bar

Slick when he pass a gram there in that pound

Under pack in the trunk of his parked car

He moves through the winter like a cold wind

Discreet with the style as he goes in

He darts like a shark through the ocean

And meets with the smile like an old friend

[Scratch Hook]

Pusher, pusher

Pusher, pusher (pusher)

The poet, the profit

The preacher, the pusher

The people, the power

The product, the pusher

[Verse 2]

He rolls with the toast on his waistline

And walks with the yay in his pocket

Gets close when he knows he could face time

But some days, there’s no way you can stop it

You can sniff, smoke, shoot it or snort it

It’s your choice of the way that you rock it

You do what you’ve got to do to support it

And that’s how he stays with the profit

[Scratch Hook] x2

Pusher, pusher

Pusher, pusher (pusher)

The poet, the profit

The preacher, the pusher

The people, the power

The product, the pusher

[Verse 3]

He grew up with the hustle and the tricks of this trade

Bumping next to all the kids in sixth grade

When he was told to do the tips, the bricks weighed

Put on a little muscle and he ditched the switchblade

And he ain’t been in a cage

But after every close call the adrenaline stays

But he’s getting paid

And he ain't trying to live off of minimum wage

[Scratch Hook]

Pusher, pusher

Pusher, pusher (pusher)

The poet, the profit

The preacher, the pusher

The people, the power

The product, the pusher

[Verse 4]

The calls come early from the dopeheads

And stay awake from the heroin promptly

He starts packing up grams off his rope, then

He's out serving these American zombies

The word spread quick and it came back

Somebody OD'ed on his product

Now they all want bags off the same batch

He tells them, "If you need it, I got it"

[Scratch Hook] x2

Pusher, pusher

Pusher, pusher (pusher)

The poet, the profit

The preacher, the pusher

The people, the power

The product, the pusher

[Verse 5]

And so it goes with the story of the pusher

The big dreams of the grittiest kids

The quick scheme and the place that it'll put you

And the truth, what insidious is

Behind it all is a snake with the apple

She's known to tell the prettiest fibs

Can't forget about the Jake and his shackle

And the death in any city it lives

In the city it lives, nobody's killing the high

You can smell it in the air, you can feel it inside

When you stop on the pavement, it's thrilling and fly

So a fucked up engagement, and willing to die (willing to die)

So tell me is he villain or not

When his back is against the wall with a million in one shot

To make it alive, there's a war before dawn

The cycle continues and the story goes on