[Verse 1] Look close at the man in the background As he moves real calm through a dark bar Slick when he pass a gram there in that pound Under pack in the trunk of his parked car He moves through the winter like a cold wind Discreet with the style as he goes in He darts like a shark through the ocean And meets with the smile like an old friend
The poet, the profit The preacher, the pusher The people, the power The product, the pusher
[Verse 2] He rolls with the toast on his waistline And walks with the yay in his pocket Gets close when he knows he could face time But some days, there’s no way you can stop it You can sniff, smoke, shoot it or snort it It’s your choice of the way that you rock it You do what you’ve got to do to support it And that’s how he stays with the profit
The poet, the profit The preacher, the pusher The people, the power The product, the pusher
[Verse 3] He grew up with the hustle and the tricks of this trade Bumping next to all the kids in sixth grade When he was told to do the tips, the bricks weighed Put on a little muscle and he ditched the switchblade And he ain’t been in a cage But after every close call the adrenaline stays But he’s getting paid And he ain't trying to live off of minimum wage
The poet, the profit The preacher, the pusher The people, the power The product, the pusher
[Verse 4] The calls come early from the dopeheads And stay awake from the heroin promptly He starts packing up grams off his rope, then He's out serving these American zombies The word spread quick and it came back Somebody OD'ed on his product Now they all want bags off the same batch He tells them, \"If you need it, I got it\"
The poet, the profit The preacher, the pusher The people, the power The product, the pusher
[Verse 5] And so it goes with the story of the pusher The big dreams of the grittiest kids The quick scheme and the place that it'll put you And the truth, what insidious is Behind it all is a snake with the apple She's known to tell the prettiest fibs Can't forget about the Jake and his shackle And the death in any city it lives In the city it lives, nobody's killing the high You can smell it in the air, you can feel it inside When you stop on the pavement, it's thrilling and fly So a fucked up engagement, and willing to die (willing to die) So tell me is he villain or not When his back is against the wall with a million in one shot To make it alive, there's a war before dawn The cycle continues and the story goes on