06/02/2026
King He**in
Song by
James Brown
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 living room
Dozed off to sleep so I started dreaming
I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real
Strange weird object standing up talking to the people
And I found out it was he**in
That deadly drug that go in your vein
He said, "I came to this country without a passport
Ever since then I've been hunted and sought
My little white grains are nothing but waste
Soft and deadly and bitter to taste
But I'm a world of power and all know it's true
Use me once and you'll know it too
I can make a mere schoolboy 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 a joy and a thriller
But I'll 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, Iran and Japan
I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam
I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg
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 s*x
So now, so now my man you must, you know, do your best
To keep up your habit until you're 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 visit or mail
So squirm with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness and you might throw me off
Curse me in name, defy me in speech
But you'd pick me up right now if I were in your reach
All through your sentence you become resolved 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 he**in and 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 he**in will ride you to hell
To hell, will ride you to hell until you are dead
Dead, brother, dead"
This is a revolution of the mind
Get your mind together and get away from drugs
That's the man
Songwriters: James Brown, Dave Matthews, Manny Rosen, Charles Fred Bobbitt. For non-commercial use only.