This is not "Postin' High" by Masta Ace but it does contain the same sample from the same record by The Crusaders. However, lyrically I think this song is leaps and bounds beyond what Ace laid down in 1990. Claw's lyrics paint an incredible picture reflecting his years growing up in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.
NOTABLE QUOTES:
"And fiends throw away their lives for tokes/ Up in smoke/ And thirteen year olds are selling dope" - Claw
"There's no escape - kid you gotta play your cards/ And every night you cry to God in the stars/ The shit is hard and you gotta hide your tears/ You gotta hide your fears/ You gotta keep it locked from your peers"
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