you don't know how little you matter
in the middle of arkansas
with a little rock left in that glass dick
cause she was and you are madly involved
hittin' stones in glass homes
you're smokin' stones in abandoned homes
you hit them stones and broke your home
hittin' stones in glass homes
you're smokin' stones in abandoned homes
you're hittin' stones and broke your home
you're shuckin' and jivin'
to get the fixing that you're itching for
your family stopped inviting you to things
won't let you hold their infant
you used to get a little cut-up from time to time
but the freaks ain't trying to sleep with cracky
hittin' stones in glass homes
you're smokin' stones in abandoned homes
you hit them stones and you broke your home
crack rock crack rock crack rock
how much dope can you push to me
300 men will search for me
and don't no one hear the sound
don't no one hear the rounds
don't no one hear the shells
don't no one hear a sound
don't no one disturb the peace for riot
don't no one disrupt nirvana
don't no one wanna blow the high