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