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    (Chorus: 2Pac)
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    The black man needs to pay the rent

    [2Pac]
    Crazy, I gotta work with what you gave me
    You call me a bad guy but it was you who made me a villain
    Me trapped in this slavery
    Now I'm stuck in this offering, going to my grave
    I said to Sam that he could say fuck the war
    And have your mouth blown off by saying fuck the law
    If you do not know why I'm crazy, go back in time
    What does a black have to do to gain respect?
    Sometimes I think I'm being tested
    And if I say no, more a black jail
    That's why I keep testing
    Always with my vest in case of police officers to get on my feet
    I give my rolés out there, ready to light a joint
    But since my life is shit, some say I'm half crazy
    Pow Pow is the sound I make when I walk out there
    Other crazy when watching a sucker shoots, huh
    They have the black one killer here, before I was a drug dealer
    but they want to see who is more true
    Now the same motherfuckers want to kill me
    And I wonder if the Lord is listening
    I need supplies, so do what I do
    And do not talk shit to be in my place
    There was no other destiny to choose
    I have nothing left, so I'm singing the blues of black

    [Chorus: 2Pac]

    [Verse 2: 2Pac]
    My dad needs new shoes, but what can I do?
    My little boy needs to eat
    Why do I need to steal my man
    to live as well as the Rockefeller?
    And have you ever stopped to think
    I am old enough to go to war, but not to drink
    The police want to sue me, huh
    I know you love my look "I want to fuck"
    Make your rules, I'll break them
    No matter how many you do, show me the skunk I caught them
    So never try to test me
    My pockets are empty
    An idea for my niggas in the suburbs
    You live worse than the niggas in the ghetto, then
    I do not care about your language or how you live
    You are considered by the brothers in my area
    Do you have problems with the fucking police?
    Do not run these suckers, come take a 12 gauge me
    We are not free, I would be miserable if I misled
    by a white bitch, blonde, blue-eyed
    And the black with the cell phone, left her baby at home
    for him to go out and take off a fuck, huh
    And you still wonder why niggas so beaten
    Because these children are crazy and can not create them
    They agree that they are losers
    Drinking bottles of beer, huh, singing the sorrow of a black

    [Chorus: 2Pac]
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    Why do you sell crack? Because I need
    Now I'm going to fucking jail

    Ron Isley still harmonizing at the end

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