Buy vs Sell

Uh, it's 9:00 p.m. she knocking, she waits for an answer

With money that she stole, supposed to pay for the pampers

Copped the drugs you cook up with a spoon, not a fork

She got a poor taste for smoke, she still a few dollars short

They say Wanda just like a dog trying to sniff a lick

They say Wanda gon' break some hearts just to get a fix

She countin' change, this ain't enough, but this is why she steal to get high

But she said it's better than sex, how it feels to be high

Speaking of sex, she got three kids and two different fathers

The last one stepped up, but the first dude didn't bother

She losing her daughter and they meet in hospital rehab

Tried to stay clean, but it got so cold that she relapsed, damn

She was the high school beauty queen, now she a looney fiend

Plottin' on every person who she meet

Her kid's father tried to stop her, but she choose the streets

He tried to tie the knot, but now she use the string

I, I think that the problems that he had

Were magnified and triggered by the release that he seemed to find in drugs

Uh, I compare drug dealers more to the fiends

A lifestyle that come addicted to money, fortune and dreams

Supporting the needs, victim of poverty torture king

He cooked to feed drugs to the streets to avoid his greed

He did a bid, he said he'd never sell a drug again

He relapsed from reality, took off the cuffs from wrists

That first piece of paper was like a fiend's first hit

He served pitch, so did mom when she birthed kids, she need her fix

Took a loss, guess he learned quick, how to squeeze, turn, flip

That first ten 'cause he earned quick, it seemed perfect

They told you crime pays and that's how you make every dime

I promise, this my last time, well, that's what they say every time, uh

Life expectancy, but these streets ain't growing old

Some **** couldn't do the time they're given, so they told

Compare it to a fiend that escapes when they go to smoke

Prison bids and death to a hustler is overdose

We don't have any drugs, we don't have any money

Losing control

We do have a high concentration of violence prone individuals

After rehabs and twelve-step plans, Wanda sober

But the life she came back to was different and a child is older

Now she's searching for jobs with a comfortable salary

All them years getting high, she lost touch with reality

Took a drive on the way to the grocery shop, the smoker's plot

Fighting urges off to pull over because she know the spots

She snaps out of it, parked her car to go shop for dinner

And crossed paths with that **** she used to cop that shit from

All she think of is memories of her past life

Retired hustler, said the last bid was his last time

But certain memories, he just can't escape

'Cause checks he making now, in a month, he could make a day

So he made a play, she drove away

Gathered her change she needed to smoke away

She choke and faint, he sold her straight

A bold mistake, he know it's fate

The fast life and a fast high

Who'd have guessed when you said that this is your last time

Might end up being your last time

The streets of Buffalo certainly have been a dangerous place lately

As you mentioned, seventeen days, seventeen shootings

Eight of which were fatal

People here in the neighborhood hosting the vigil

Because they say there has been too much violence in Buffalo recently

Again, those numbers, hope, police are hoping will not continue to rise

We are not being protected here in this community

There's only so much that antiviolence groups that can do

We have far too many weapons on our city's street

This is all, um, in connection to a recent rash of suspected gang violence

We'll have much more tonight at 11:00 o'clock