King ******

Ladies and gentlemen

Fellow Americans, lady Americans

This is James Brown

I wanna talk to you about one of our

Most deadly killers in the country today

I had a dream the other night, and I

Was sittin' in my living room

Dozed off to sleep

So I start to dreamin'

I dreamed I walked in a place and

I saw a real strange, weird object

Standin' up talkin' to the people

And I found out it was ******

That deadly drug that go in your veins

He says:

I came to this country without a passport

Ever since then I've been hunted and sought

My little white grains are nothin' but waste

Soft and deadly and bitter to taste

I'm a world of power and all know it's true

Use me once and you'll know it, too

I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books

I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks

I can make a good man forsake his wife

Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life

I can make a man forsake his country and flag

Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag

Some think my adventure's a joy and a thriller

But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you a killer

In cellophane bags I've found my way

To heads of state, to children at play

I'm financed in China, ran in Japan

I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam

I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg

Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg

So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex

I can make the most virile of men forget their ***

So now, now, my man, you must (you know) do your best

To keep up your habit until your arrest

Now the police have taken you from under my wing

Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king?

Now, you must lie in that county jail

Where I can't get to you by visit or mail

So squirm -- with discomfort -- wiggle and cough (hack!)

Six days of madness, hah, and you might throw me off

Curse me in name! Defy me in speech!

But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach

All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate

Hear now! Young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate

Don't be afraid, don't run! I'm not chased

Sure my name is ******! You'll be back for a taste

Behold, you're hooked!

Your foot is in the stirrup

And make -- haste!

Mount the steed!

And ride him well

For the white horse of ******

Will ride you to Hell!

To Hell!

Will ride you to Hell!

Until you are dead!

Dead, brother! Dead!

This is a revolution of the mind

Get your mind together

And get away from drugs!

That's the man!

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