Crime To Be Broke In America Lyrics - Home - Spearhead

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 and mothafuckin' bureaucrats 

And other kinda ding bats, they're livin' on the tracks 

The tracks in my arm said 

It all depends which side the tracks you're 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 

It's a crime to be broke in America 

And it's a crime to smoke dank in America 

Yeah, hit those drums now, yeah 

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 niggaz and other misfits 

That couldn't turn tricks in the courthouse 

But it's a justice whorehouse 

And it's a crime to be broke in America 

And it's a crime to be black in America, come on 

But there's a mutiny on the bounty, in ever single county 

So, we remember Attica but don't forget to pat a few others 

On the back as a matter of fact 

Sister Asatta Shakur and Geronimo Pratt 

But Amnesty international is fightin' for political 

But if your analytical, you know it's much more critical 

Than that percentages black is really, really whack 

Can I kick a few facts, yes? 

Six percent in college, from livin' on the block 

Twenty five percent in prison, the school of hard knocks 

Fifty percent in poverty is livin' on the rocks 

Five hundred brothas on a death row box 

The say, the punishment is capital 

For those who lack in capital 

Because a public defender can't remember the last time 

A brother wasn't treated like an animal 

They say, they blame it on a song when someone kills a cop 

What music did they listen to when they bombed Iraq? 

Well, give me one example so I can take a sample 

No need to play it backwards if you wanna hear the devil 

'Cause music's not the problem, it didn't cause the bombin' 

But maybe they should listen to the songs of people starving 

'Cause it's a crime to be broke in America 

And it's a crime to smoke dank in America 

And it's a crime to be black in America 

And it's a crime to be black in America, come on now 

Keep on comin' now, yeah 

It's a crime to be Puerto Rican 

It's a crime to be African 

Crime to be native American 

A crime to be Asian, Hatian, a woman