Tales From The Crack Side

Tales From The Crack Side

Tales From The Crack Side



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

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 Solo 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 explain

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



A Tale From The Crack Side

A Tale From The Crack Side

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 favor 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



Tale From The Crack Side

Tale From The Crack Side

Tale From The Crack Side

PMD, word up

Tom J, I'm out