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# Debut Chart
40 Mar '72 Hot 100
6 Mar '72 R&B


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 sitting in my livin room I dozed off to sleep So I start to dreaming I dream I walked in a place and Saw a real strange, weird object Standing up talking to the people And I found out it was heroin That deadly drug that go in your vein He said, I came to this Country without a passport Ever since then, I been Hunted and sought My little white grains are nothing But waste, salt and deadly And bitter to taste But I'm a world of powerful And although it's true Use me once and you'll know it too I can make a mere School boy 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 adventures And joy are a thriller But I put a gun in your hand And make you a killer In cellophane bags I found my way to heads of state To children at play I finance 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 and 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 sex

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So now, so now, my man You must 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 a visit or mail So squirm with discomfort Wiggle and cough Six days of madness, ha And you might throw me off Curse me a name Defy me in speech But you'd pick me up right now If I were in your reach All through your center You've become a czar to your fate Fear not, young man and woman I'll be waiting at the gate and Don't be afraid, don't run I'll not chase Sure, my name is heroin 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 heroin Will ride you to hell To hell, will ride you to hell Until you are dead Dead, brother, dead This is a revelation of mine Get your mind together and Get away from drugs That's a man


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