Social Narcotics Songtext
von MC Serch

Do you sell drugs? No!
Do you carry drugs? Never did!
But you ain′t talkin 'bout the drugs inserted in the crib
Of the mind of the youth, young and tryin to adapt
To the circles and hurdles and the crap
Sits on lap, get the backslap, and everything′s alright lecture
Then in school, BAM! Sit em right next to
Mr. David Duke, triple K white Aryan
Who tells you pops told him, that you was the lesser man
Because of drugs, that were put into the books
By the crooks of culture, but truth hides in mother's looks
Who blesses, and loves every single day
And works for Papa triple K and 66 right way
Take the truth serum, it's the only way to stop it
I ain′t checkin for the crack, I′m worried about the social narcotic


This is my land!
Yo this is my land!
This is my land!
Yo this is my land!
Nah this is my land!
Yo this is my land!

Grumble grumble growl, toss and tumble, OW!
How's he livin kid? FOUL!
Spoon feedin is deceivin, because I need a fork
And if white people are superior, I was delivered by the stork
Taught me that I was superior, others are inferior
But what′s important is the interior
God dammit, don't blame it on Janet
The nation got rhythm but the rhythm ain′t good
Not in my neighborhood
Could I change the devilish global way of thinkin?
Homeboy as fast as the eye start blinkin
But I just want man, one man, one sister, one brother
One cousin, to help another, to change the place and change the pace
So the rats don't win the rat race
Cause every time the clock goes tick
Another falls vic′ to the social narcotic


Yo, social narcotics, a dangerous way of life
Taught to the young ones who now deal with strife
Parents teachin they kids to be racist
So they grow up tricked and show hate for some faces
The side effects get me real vexed
Seein people tryin to flex cause they got a color complex
Innocent children I see stay addicted
Gettin high offa hate, that's why pain gets inflicted
To another color, it's a black and white fight
And Fatal′s psyched, that′s why I gotta enlight
The blind minds of those that fell in this harsh reality
Of social abuse that attacks the mentality
Cause race against race, only brings friction
Pain and affliction, cause that's the addiction
Those that fall victim now walk around headless
Cause the drug they took, made em an addict to prejudice

This land is your land, this land is my land
From the streets of Compton to the Brooklyn Island
For my people in prison to the Redfern Projects
This land was made for you and me supposedly
You never taught me true history
We killed the Indians and showed it as a victory
Original man, Pilgrims saw him as a caveman
Convert to be Christian or become a slave man
Indians brought the corn and the bread and in return
We gave em muskets to the head? Damn
Right back to the have-nots
Now in ′92, lowered to be mascots
The Redskins, the Indians, the Atlanta Braves
What if we called the team the Atlanta Slaves?
Brothers would have a field day
Don't you understand now we got to turn the right way
Cause every time the clock goes tick
Another falls vic′ to the social narcotic