I look across the street and see
Brothers selling crack rocks;
I can't tell them apart
Because they all got dreadlocks.
I won’t even ask if they got
Locks for a good reason;
I see what they're doing and
Figure it's because the cold season.
I guess a crackhead tried to get
One more "Hit" of blow;
Because there he is in the street
Face down in the snow.
Everybody starts running because
"Here come the cops!"
Then they arrest me because
I got dreadlocks.
In court I say, "that wasn't me,"
They say "sir, just sign and take this plea."
"I ain’t signing nothing!" "Ok, you’ll do time.
Plus, we got witnesses that say you did this crime."
Now I'm being locked up for
Something I didn't do.
It's like it's old Germany
And I'm the dreadlock Jew.