Trip Across From Mexico

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Willie Dee] I had a friend Well anyway that's what I thought he was When it began Our friendship was strong as steroids I took him in 'Cause he had no place to go Fed him, treated him like a king Even bought him clothes We had been cool since grade school Then he played me for a fool The ungrateful punk Proved to me, kindness wasn't worth a molecule Here's the low down on the clown He used to hang around Eat up all the grub, never washed the tub Willie Dee got bugged One day I left work came home Early with a high fever Opened the door, guess what I saw? Him making love to a beaver It was kind of funny so I laughed But soon became uptight When I got a little closer and discovered That that beaver belonged to my wife (uh-oh) I beat the boy to a coma Time for the nine to be released I shot the bitch several times Picked up the phone and called the police They sent me to jail, the next con in my cell Asked me why'd I go I just stared at him and said "Trip across from Mexico" (Go back, you dirty black) (Go back, you dirty black) [Verse 2: Willie Dee] Politicians They ain't to be trusted They legalize drugs And then they get busted They don't want to hear me speak 'cause my mind ain't weak 'Cause I'm code red alerted But I won't divert; if the truth kills perverts Shit, I'll dig the dirt I'm not a Democrat or Republican Yeah, just an American It don't matter which party's in the house They'll still fuck up thangs Every hypocrite nominee Promises to lower taxes Ask them about it when they're president And they start laughing They want to create jobs For underprivileged folk They create cells to lock 'em down When they survive by selling dope Trip across from Mexico (People open your eyes and see. Two hundred years later and the black man is still not free. The failure to appoint blacks to high government positions is just another form of slavery. I for one will never believe in equality until we're no longer on the outside looking in.) [Verse 3: Willie Dee] They, I'm talking about the other race Kidnapped us from our place They didn't want us to have what it took So those crooks hid the damn textbooks I wonder can I get y'all to drop the pipe And get high on life The dopeman could give a damn if you live or die It's time to get right (Come on, tell 'em) Trip across from Mexico [Verse 4: Willie Dee] Three homeboys in Houston Once hit up a liquor store Two got away, one got shot In the back, went through the glass door He died at the scene at the hands of a clerk The [?] was hurt The police got a good description Of a prime suspect They knew his name, they knew his game They knew from where he came They went straight to his house, arrested him Began to tamper with his brain They threatened to incarcerate him for years Unless he snitched He brought the story, broke his vow Surrendered his accomplice The punk who plead bargain was sent to the pen Due for ten The friend he turned in had people in the courts He now resides in Oregon The boy got the jacket, became a faggot 'Cause nobody likes a snitch They took his drawers, gave him panties Now he walks with a switch He went to the warden, crying about the deal Back in '83 Six years locked down, booty pound Yet still no amnesty The Warden just smiled and said "Remember that brother you betrayed from the liquor store? "Well that was my nephew, ho" Trip across from Mexico (Go back, you dirty black) (Go back, you dirty black) [Outro:] Trip across from Mexico as defined by Willie Dee. Any backstabbing move by any slimy low down motherfucker you thought was cool