Lyrics
It’s a war going on, in the streets of America
Organized by the government, you see they don’t care for us
You praying for the paper man, you sleeping with the predator
This rap shit full of shit man, and we should blame the editors
Cause they promote ignorance, afraid of intelligence
I dumb down in my past, I use myself as a reference
These radio stations ain’t pushing nothing conscious
So to uplift our people, we must start with our own conscience
You run into the church, but the preacher just as bad
As the rapper on his cd steady lying bout his past
Every video include alcohol and fake cash
Fake ice, rented cars, and little girls shaking ass
It’s fabricated stories about the packs, about the crack, about the stacks
About the years that he spit on the ave
Everything that shine ain’t glistening
I tried to talk to them
But man, they ain’t listening
I tried to talk to them
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
I tried to walk em to it
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
I tried to give em game
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
You either end up dead or in the feds or the states
And by the time you listen
It will be too late
You see the streets is overrated
It’s all fake, it’s all false
Everybody say they doing it, but they all acting boss
Man my little homies mobbin, but it’s sad cause they lost
Everything is all stolen, never ask what it cost
Yeah his mama ain’t around, and his daddy wouldn’t recognize
He gave up on life on the day that his granny died
He’s 15 off molly, that’s that modern day crack
It got him up, syrup got him down
His body off track, caught a body one of them suckers
He was slippin with the mac
Eryday in the hood and eryday man he strapped
He riding round 4 deep, lookin for somebody to jack
Bounce out with the mac and let it splat, brrrattt!
Damn, this shit is all sad
That’s another little child that has to grow without a dad
And that’s another mama with a black dress on the ave
When you try to talk to them, them little niggas get mad
I tried to talk to them
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
I tried to walk em t it
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
I tried to give em game
But man, they ain’t listening
Man, they ain’t listening, man, they ain’t listening
You either end up dead or in the feds or the states
And by the time you listen
It will be too late
You see it’s murder after murder, nobody take the blame
We confused in the streets, the media rapes our brains
Like you a fake nigga if somebody take your chain
But you’re real if you die for it, isn’t that strange
We promote guns, drugs, sex and riots
But if one of us dies, then we stay stop the violence
Blacks kill blacks, another black stay quiet
But if a white kill black, now them blacks, we want a riot
Damn, that’s sad, but this is true
A few options in the streets, I’ll give you 2
You either getting visited, or man you getting viewed
That means you locked up in prison or at a cemetery due
Man everybody pushing death man
Every song is murder, I kill you
I’m ballin, I’m richer than you
Nobody pushing lights, understand?
Nobody just wanna live no more man
It’s like they done gave up on life
Death is the only option
Come on, y’all!
