(Chorus: 2Pac). Why do you sell crack? Because I need. Why do you sell crack? Because I need. Why do you sell crack? Because I need. The black man needs to pay the rent. [2Pac]. Crazy I gotta work with what you gave me. You call me a bad guy but it was you who made me a villain. Me trapped in this slavery. Now I'm stuck in this offering going to my grave. I said to Sam that he could say fuck the war. And have your mouth blown off by saying fuck the law. If you do not know why I'm crazy go back in time. What does a black have to do to gain respect?. Sometimes I think I'm being tested. And if I say no more a black jail. That's why I keep testing. Always with my vest in case of police officers to get on my feet. I give my rolés out there ready to light a joint. But since my life is shit some say I'm half crazy. Pow Pow is the sound I make when I walk out there. Other crazy when watching a sucker shoots huh. They have the black one killer here before I was a drug dealer. but they want to see who is more true. Now the same motherfuckers want to kill me. And I wonder if the Lord is listening. I need supplies so do what I do. And do not talk shit to be in my place. There was no other destiny to choose. I have nothing left so I'm singing the blues of black. [Chorus: 2Pac]. [Verse 2: 2Pac]. My dad needs new shoes but what can I do?. My little boy needs to eat. Why do I need to steal my man. to live as well as the Rockefeller?. And have you ever stopped to think. I am old enough to go to war but not to drink. The police want to sue me huh. I know you love my look "I want to fuck". Make your rules I'll break them. No matter how many you do show me the skunk I caught them. So never try to test me. My pockets are empty. An idea for my niggas in the suburbs. You live worse than the niggas in the ghetto then. I do not care about your language or how you live. You are considered by the brothers in my area. Do you have problems with the fucking police?. Do not run these suckers come take a 12 gauge me. We are not free I would be miserable if I misled. by a white bitch blonde blue-eyed. And the black with the cell phone left her baby at home. for him to go out and take off a fuck huh. And you still wonder why niggas so beaten. Because these children are crazy and can not create them. They agree that they are losers. Drinking bottles of beer huh singing the sorrow of a black. [Chorus: 2Pac]. Why do you sell crack? Because I need. Why do you sell crack? Because I need. Why do you sell crack? Because I need. Now I'm going to fucking jail. Ron Isley still harmonizing at the end