Dancing With Drugs

We live like mice in cages, run through mazes

While under the thumb of police surveillance

It feels like life hates us

But life's a bitch, so you put it on the corner and let it earn your wages

We rot on the corners, but we learn a lot on the corners

Play the game hard, all four quarters

For the love of our corner, we protect its borders

And anyone tryin' to cross is gettin' sent to the coroner

These black suits try to fuck with our grassroots mentality

I'm playin' Mickey, now I'm just lookin' for my Mallory

Hold the pistol like this, babe, be my lady cavalry

Ain't nobody fuckin' with you, ma, you can count on me