They Used to Call It Dope

Little piece of my heart like Janis, no Joplin

But pure hip hoppin' as they try to ban us

Crazy flight time, no jacket or ticket

Wilson Picket had soul, fat tracks so the rappers can kick it

Alan freed the waves as much as Lincoln freed da slaves

It's here, I bleed and some bled until dead

I got the rhythm from this headbanger who used to fly high

And now he's just hangin' in da hanger

Hangin' around homeless

In a city of no hope, I can't cope

And just to think see

They used to call it dope