In the morning you kick back and take it easy
As you slowly sample the products at hand
In the evening you prepare your stash ready
You pack your gat cause these streets aint your friend
The money comes rolling in like dirty laundry
But the nights are so long you can’t wait it to end

But you go back Jack selling that crack
Till the rims fall off all of your sweet ride
I know you’ll go back Jack selling that crack
Till the back streets of Miami run dry

The sun is burning your neck like a needle
And your veins are rubber in the heat
You can’t breathe with all the smell of diesel
On a dinky smuggling boat about to overheat
You wish you could leave all these people
And this life behind with its lies and deceit

But you go back Jack selling that crack
Till the rims fall off all of your sweet ride
I know you’ll go back Jack selling that crack
Till the back streets of Miami run dry

If they catch you one of these days
While you are about to fill up for gas
You will swear you are innocent as Sunday
And they might just give you a free pass
Cause even crooks get a lucky break

But you will go back Jack selling that crack
Till the rims fall off all of your sweet ride
I know you’ll go back Jack selling that crack
Till the back streets of Miami run dry
I know you’ll go back Jack selling that crack
Till the back streets of Miami run dry