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about
A reflection and lamentation on how political and corporate machinations override the
natural flow of human existence. The story of the crack cocaine phenomenon versus herbal vibes, violence
versus peace and love.
lyrics
The erb come from the ground
The erb the earth
The erb come from the ground
The erb come from the dirt
Her boy is standing on the street
The police 'round they wanna shake him down
Without no provocation
They just shoot him down and while him on the ground
His mumma, she is crying
The people asking why
Policeman must be high
Policeman must be high
They put a bullet in him knee
Listen to him plea
They put a bullet in him head
Just to certify him dead
The erb come from the ground
The crack cocaine from the CIA
Straight across the ocean
They want to keep you down
Don't wanna hear no sound
They're trying to kill your culture
The people asking why
Policeman must be high
Policeman must a be high, oh
They put a bullet in him knee
Listen to him plea
They put a bullet in his head
Just to certify him dead