MC Mafia [Base 5] - Dope Spot (As The Money Changes Hands)

(SONG BEGINS)

Past the 110 Freeway, in the I-40's reach
Down the Murda Avenue, twelve blocks from East Beach
Through the brothels and stickup corners it cuts like knife
Mrs. Jacobs past her son how it dashes the cife
Just beneath the overpass, in the shadow of freedom
Lies the palace of the damned; that's where you can see them
In a den fit for Satan where insanity thrives
Twisting dollars bills up; their humanity dies
Now the deaf ears of providence belittle their cries
Between the iron bars of bondage brick and mortar belies
And there we stare past their mangled features, into their lives
Through the powder-stained looking glasses pressed to our eyes.


(HOOK)

And the white cloaked ferrymen pass slow through the fire
Casting iron aside to swiftly reach for the lyre
They play an endless waltz as living corpses sway to the treble
Touching dust from the angels, now they dance with the devil
In the cruel rush of pleasure not a soul understands
Reaching out for the numbness as the money changes hands.

(Last Verse)

But nothing hides below the surface; it's just as it seems
Pushas lining white diamonds, chasing holiest greens
Like an unloving father, he provides without care
Watching plastic dreams burn as their scent fills the air
Shifting pawns on the chessboard of the deadliest game
Every face there is different; every ending's the same.
A politician takes a blast or two in spite of his vanity
An old man plagued with voices turns to madness for sanity
A college punk fumes the china white thinkin' he's wild
A young mother feeds addiction instead of her child
Outside the dope spot; young niggas sellin' grams
And now the diesel fills the needle
As the money changes hands.

(HOOK)

And the white cloaked ferrymen pass slow through the fire
Casting iron aside to swiftly reach for the lyre
They play an endless waltz as living corpses sway to the treble
Touching dust from the angels, now they dance with the devil
In the cruel rush of pleasure not a soul understands
Reaching out for the numbness as the money changes hands.