m gettin high, so a nigga think he touch the sky Turn tough inside, in the rush to die Livin life as a Thug time to face the truth What's goin on with the wasted youth
can't fade me Stop me clock me cops wanna glock me mutha fuck mutha fuck pigs can't stop me UHH, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas
us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black youth of
He's got his mother's eyes There's gladness in his heart He's young and he's wild My only prayer is, if I can't be there, Lord, protect my child As his youth
of di youths wid di schooling dem have Can't get no money from legitimate jobs Then you wonder why dem grab chain and bags You influence the youths fi
mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun a fire
when it's on Listen to the song, sing along to the (colors) Damn, it's fucked up how they found Tune He was robbed for his "gold" chain in front of a
action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr. across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!} I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth
pedal in cos they teefed my bike Again, suppose I got myself to blame See it never woulda happened if I?d used two chains Looks of disgust on the
her but you paid her i paid her but i probably pay more whip need 4 horse 2 chains 2 doors 2 seats 2 glocks jamming at the youth spot (Thanks to gimani
sing, and a ground that never knew the knees of a boy and his own tale of two cities. "Sometimes a man breaks, sometimes he can't bend when his youth
target of terrorists and you created wealth and we see you're not sharing it you'll be staring down the barrel of some pissed off youths if you hypocrites
home a target for terrorists And we created wealth and then we see you not sharing it You be staring down the barrel of some pissed off youths If you
of rap niggaz talking that nonsense Its the grand plan to keep our people stuck in bondage Slaves to the rings, slaves to the chains, slaves to the reins
cost me 30, a brick that's a birdie (birdie) District, dipshit, I'm rich and it's early (early) These chickens be thirsty (uhh huh) ursty (uhh huh) Cause my chain
cuz'of the pain, I'm a thug, do you blame us? I came up through the gang stuff on the train with the chain tucked Rings and a King Tut' Three-piece suits
gin Devil smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grin I spend my days inhaling in the sun rays Thirsty youth in my hood just escape the gun blaze No more
a place where it will stay, make it stay Throw down the chains of oppression that bind you With the air of freedom the flame grows bright We are the strong, the youth
