I Take The Needle Off The Record



And Shove It In My Arm



Whenever I Feel Life Is



Comin' On Too Strong



They Left Me In A Clinic Fulla



Cynical Motha Fuckin' Bureaucrats



And Other Kinda Ding Bats




Livin On The Tracks



The Tracks In My Arm Said



It All Depends Which Side The Tracks Your On.



Tellin' Me What To Wear



Tellin Me Cut My Hair



And Tryin To Convince Me That They



Really Really Care



All About My Health And About My Wealth



But Still They Built The Stealth



'cause Everybody's



Just Lookin Out For They Self




So Then I Ask 'em



Can I Have A Clean Needle



"Hell No That's Illegal!"




(chorus)



'Cause It's A Crime To Be Broke In America!



And It's A Crime To Smoke Dank In America!



(repeat)




"Yeah Hit Those Drums Now"



They Lockin' Brother's In The Poorhouse



Who Can't Afford Moorhouse



Politicians Nervous



It's The Only Free Service They Provide



You Wanna Go Inside



There's A Hot Meal Waitin' For Ya



A Deal We Can Score Ya



On A Bed For A Night Or Two



Or Three Or Four Months.




They Say They Lockin' Us Up In Cells



To Protect Us From Ourselves



It Smells Like They Got Anotha



Plan In Store House



Or Should I Say Warehouse



Fulla Niggas And Other Misfits



That Couldn't Turn Tricks In The Courthouse



It's A Justice Whorehouse




(chorus)



It's A Crime To Be Broke In America!



And It's A Crime To Be Black In America!




But There's A Mutiny On The Bounty



In Ever Single County