I woke up in the morning on a regular day
I knew my man named R would be
around my way
I brushed my hair my teeth
suddenly I washed my face
Then he came over my house with
the drug base
He kept saying if I take
one hit of a pipe
I write records to rhyme before
the rest of the night
I said "R I don't do drugs,
or drugs are whack"
And ain't that base drug like a drug,
CRACK
He said no Solo, see base is the shit
Girls puff of base,
and everybody does it
He left off quick and left me
the base and the pipe
And I thought I write a record a rhyme,
before I reach night
I said if that's true, but any case
I couldn't wait to write my
record after I smoke the base
He left the crib,
I heard the telephone
It was my mom telling to watch
my sister 'till she gets home
I hung up the phone,
with no time to waste
I put my sister in the kitchen so
I could smoke the base
It had a funny taste but it didn't
taste bad I felt hot
That's when I got my pen and pad
I wrote a rhyme it was funky
I broke in a race
'Cause the rhy that I wrote,
tried to run off my page
I said, "Stop rhyme"
Then I grabbbed the
rhyme and cut the rhyme
That I've seen running in my sight
I got a mind was happy when
I thought the rhyme was dead
Some leaf swong and caught
me square on the head
I fell on my floor and
The rhyme grabbed the knife
And cut my little sister
I thought it took her life
She fell on the floor, blood covered the rug
The rhyme was left and to my surprise
I knew something was bugged
I got on the phone to call the cops,
"what should I do?"
You'd did the same thing if
you was in my shoes
As I started talking I seen the
rhyme run by
And hit me with a can
of ravioli in my eye
I fell on the floor look and when my
vision cleared
I looked around the house and
see the rhyme disappeared
I started to cry I said,
"Oh, what would my mom say?"
That's when I heard a cop pulled
up into the driveway
She came in the house she took
a look at the place
See my sister still bleeding
the knife and the base
She said, "You cut your sister
while you were smoking that shit"
I said, "Mom, I didn't cut 'er,
the rhyme did it"
I knew this was the truth,
mom thought it was a lie
Some of y'll might even think it's
just a Tale From The Crack Side
A Tale From The Crack Side
Mom was crying, she ran in shocked
Got on the phone,
and then she started crying to the cops
So I ran out the door, and I looked for
The rhyme that cut my sister,
who bled on my floor
I got in the yard,
went out ran out in the street
I had to duck behind some trees
'cause I seen the police
When they ran in my house and shut
up the block
I see my girl far coming to my house,
and my jaw dropped
I said, "Baby stop," but yo she
kept on walking
I knew pretty soon,
the cops would be hawking
I never knew the trouble I was
really headed for
'Till the rhyme appeared again
dressed in Santa Claus
He said, "Ho Ho Ho baby
you look great"
And told me dead on my face my
girl was gonna get raped
Me watching this whole thing
it was blowing my mind
'Cause my girl was getting raped
by this musical rhyme
He was sliding in fast my girl
cried for help
I grabbed a stick,
you know and So lo went for self
I hit the rhyme in the head and
seen him drop
But hen the rhyme disappeared
and all I seen was cops
They were coming for me fast
I couldn't escape
Besides my girl was on the ground
butt- naked yelling and raped
One cop gave 'er a coat and
said "M.s are you alright?"
Another cop said that's the kid that
cut his sister with the knife
I told them my name, I tried to ex plain
They heard the side
of my story
They said "Boy you insane"
you raped this girl too
Come on and just admit it
I said, "Man, I didn't rape 'her,
the rhyme did it"
I knew this was the truth but
cops thought it was a lie
Some of y'll might even think it just
a Tale From The Crack Side
The cops tried to catch me, so I ran like hell
I needed someone to talk to,
someone to tell
'Cause all these things were happening
they where blowing my mind
See, I knew I didn't do this,
I knew it was a rhyme
But who would believe me
in any high state of mind
If they ask me who did it,
and I say it was a rhyme
The cops didn't buy it, this is why
I 'm being chased
Then my mom told the cops that I was high,
on base
I'm running I'm sweating
I suddenly knew that I had to get the
piece out as fast as I can, so
I shoot up this corner, run
up another block
Looked over my shoulders,
and seen I lost the cops, then
I ran to his door, bang like a ring or two
He said "Solo,
hey man the cops are looking for you"
I said, "Thanks to you
the base and that pipe"
"I wrote a rhyme high last night
and the rhyme came alive"
He started to laugh, said "Yeah right!"
I said, "It raped my girl on the block,
and cut my sister with a knife"
He started laughing,
he thought it was a joke
He said, "Yo Solo you had
a little too much to smoke"
I grabbed him in the jaw, we started
fighting on the floor
Suddenly that's when I heard someone
that was coming from the door
To conclusion, enter my mind, I said
"Could it be the cops,
or the rhyme"
But before when I told 'em my
man pay me no mind
And when the door opened up,
it came the rhyme
With a hammer in his hand he tried
to hit me in the head
I ducked, but the hammer
hit P instead
I started braeking then,
I said this must be a nightmare
He was screaming on the floor
and there was blood everywhere
I got on the phone, called the cops
She went into shock
And when I hung up the phone,
cops was on the block
I stuck my head out the door, said,
"Help me the rhyme is in here"
But then he dropped the hammer,
again he disappeared
The cops kept asking
me how did he get hit
I kept trying to tell the cops
"Yo, the rhyme did it"
They didnt' buy it,
they said "Boy you're bug"
"You can save that rhyme story,
for the lawyer or the judge"
I get there the D.A. and judge
still wouldn't listen
They gave me fifteen to twenty-
five years in prision
They take me somewhere, far state
For attempted murder,
assault too and rape
My family won't talk to me, my
friends wont' see me
My girl now hates me,
and she don't wanna marry me
'Cause when this all
dawned on me
It wasn't a rhyme it was just
base technique
So I tell kids and adults
in this place
This could happen to y'll if
y'll smoke crack or base
So do yourself a fa vor stay away from this
Or you'll be in jail like I was
yelling the rhyme did it
No one will believe you, they'll
think you're telling a lie
And your life will become another,
Tale From The Crack Side
