From B-More Careful to The Chocolate City
Where not so pretty chicks often act sadity.
Tiny cats carry gats, attitudes is shitty.
In the streets they form black committees.
It`s simply the call of the wild. The young black child`s
in danger; They can`t seem to manage their anger.
Unborns is aborted with hangers
Little shorties goin` insane givin` brain to strangers.
Can`t seem to change this. The man has arranged this.
Oblivious to it all, we livin` in chambers.
No hope, my man`s grandmama sells dope.
Mad drama, the only way she knows how to cope.
Yesterday little Susi got sprayed up in kindergarten.
Now she`ll never see the first grade.
That`s real! Tell me if you feel what I say.
It`s ill when juvenilles kill to get paid.
And mothers suffer and slave to save for another grave.
That`s why they pray when their kids misbehave.
Until the day when the jakes take`em away
They gotta pay for the mistakes they made.
Chorus:
We`re in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause
It`s war and the streets show no remorse
It`s war mad drama plus more in store
They catch bodies just to keep the score...
We`re still locked in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause
It`s war and the streets show no remorse
It`s war mad drama plus more in store
They catch bodies just to keep the score! (twice)
The art of war documents crime rhyme sequels
lions & weasels Quoting signs of evil, man-kinds and peoples.
Street-Cats got nine lives to bleed through
Fiends giving brain for french-fries and needles!
Plus any challenge these minds find is lethal
They teach little kids to blame the tribes of Hebrew.
Neglected, you could say it`s lack of perspective
But I knew Gina, Ishmael has shot for a necklace!
He got knocked driving a stolen Lexus
At the same confines Po-Po infested
It`s 25 to life, a soldier`s reflection
Its old soul mirrors an unspoken death-wish!
Inmates offered a sort of protection
Until his ass got moved to the HIV-section!
Now, that`s real in these fields of sorrow
If parents misbehave, their children follow!
They squared 41 shots to kill Diallo,
And it`s 40 shots too much for me to swallow,
Let`s, build our boroughs and seal tomorrow
Sending out messages in Olde English bottles. What...
Chorus: Repeat
