I can stretch this poem for miles,
But my poetic mistress,
She will grow tired,
So, I’m gonna show a history of footage,
Like I’ve been keepin tabs like the WIRE,
I did say the dealer would be nothing,
And that’s without his customers,
But I guess, within myself,
Here comes hypocrisy,
See when the man first put dope in his hand,
My question to him, did he think about killing his people,
Or did he think about the cash flow and fine cars,
Or did he think about alpo, rich porter, rick ross,
Cocaine Cowboys and Frank Lucas,
If you know these names, you know their story,
I don’t have to tell you how it ends,
So, I say, one Slug, two slug, three,
I’d put a fucking bullet in ever drug dealer,
That poison my youth and destroyed my community,
Black, Asian, Caucasian, or Hispanic,
Cuz drugs in our community is constant panic,
So let’s talk about those young kids,
Who get slaved in the marijuana and poppy fields,
Fuck man, I cry when it comes to this topic,
If people wasn't filled by greed and the hunger for more,
And as I stated when this piece began,
I can stretch this poem for miles,
But my poetic mistress,
She will grow tired,
Drugs will always and forever be,
And just remember one thing,
It all started with the government,
THAT'S THE REAL PUSHAMAN,
Dealers on the streets, PAWNS AND PUPPETS,
Hello Mr.Government, MR.PUSHAMAN
The almighty power behind everything,
And don’t think for a second,
If they could tax us on it,
Muthafuckas would be snorting for a fee,
Hint, MEDICAL MARIJUANA,
And that’s the truth,
I got friends that work in politics,
And time to time, they tell me the TRUTH…
And I can’t lie, the shit HURTS…….