Vice... [Interlude]

[Intro: Reefer Madness Sample]
Well, the coming thing! Nice kids. No trouble to anyone
Just a harmless evening smoking pot and each one is sure he won't get hooked. They think there's still a future
But in a year half of them will be on the hard stuff
And next year three out of every ten will be dead...

[Verse 1]
Gotta go the right way, not get left
Not in ninth grade. In the books, ace tests
But when I hit eleventh man that shit was temptin'
Family situation turned to stressin'
Blaze with homies when I'm ventin'
No preventative care even with the MediCal healthcare
And livin' off of welfare
Home I'd never go 'cause it was hell there
My heart wasn't held there
If I had a rich uncle I'd have been shipped off to Bel Air
Instead I gripped shovels hole diggin' tryna ditch struggle
Get in big trouble. Seperate families never well aware
Chase occasions to evade it, drainin' tanks, and drivin' everywhere
Broken home with no handyman to clean and make repairs
Unlock the door at four A.M., and walkin' up the stairs
Didn't think I might be naive and ill prepared...

[Bridge Sample: Mike Huckabee]
Illegals, prostitutes, pimps, drug dealers...

[Verse 2]
...to sort between the brothers and the bloodsuckers
Sneak attackin' like a ninja when he's nunchuckin'
Knew them dudes, played ball, never thought they'd come from it
Hittin' pizzos Rascal had 'em constant customers
At first I was hesitant, but then it got evident
Lost judgement just to get a fix. Never though I'd hit a lick
Mazda 626 with the stick shift
Getaway drivin' fuckin' splittin' the scene
'Bout the riskin' of a teen. Didn't really intervene
They was scared of nicotene. Dipped it in promethazine
Don't believe gateway propaganda
Grew to trust a bad crowd growin' on me like a cancer
Through the bumps out to ditch the house is the answer
Hard stuff, hard head, hard way
Apart from apartment, the arch was a dark place
Smart with the parchment started with vices