Songtexte: Heavy D. Letter To The Future.

People, the world today is in a very difficult situation
And we all know it
Because we're the ones who created it

What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?

Bust this how long will this last?
A friend to the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big, 'cause you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son

Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
Look at your mother, teardrops
She just received a phone call from the cops

Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wife
Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife
Or take a look at your mother's heart torn
She just received a phone call from the morgue

Your son is dead from three shots to the head
The killer left a note and this is what the note said
Never be bigger than you are
Never try to pose like you're a superstar

Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death wish
When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss
Is this how you wanna be
Dead on the street or locked in a penetentiary?

It's cool to be free
And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me
Look at you, 15 years old
Coolin' on the corner with a can of Old Gold

Whatever happened to school?
Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool
To sport sneakers that you took from somebody
To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party

Life is a gamble, and you're losin'
Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin'
Left from right, right from wrong
Or you'll be singin that old blues song

Yo, you gotta buck 'em, or else you're soft
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up north
You ain't soft, 'cause you didn't buck a shot
Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got

Old Johnny Walker from around the block
Was livin' rather large 'till he got knocked
He had 'Livin' Large' on his Jeep plates
'Livin' Large' on his real estate

He even bought a diamond 'Livin' Large" name plate
He used to look at cops and smile in their face
Drive a BMW and pump the bass
One day, he made a move for a friend

The friend, the voice said, "Yo, I need ten", Johnny said, "When?"
Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally plays
To do a favour for a chum
You see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are none

'Cause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meet
All he found was a police infested street
I guess havin' a friend is rough
'Cause now Johnny's up north, doin push ups, gettin' buffed

You see this chain, I've got? I've got it, honestly
You see the clothes, I wear? I've got it, honestly
You see the Jeep I drive? I've got it, honestly
I work hard, it ain't easy being me

Never had an excuse for life
Just did what I did, now what I do, I do it right
Jumbo, Jumbo they cry on the block
50, 50, lay low, here comes the cops

Man, your lifestyle is petro
On your knees again, because Jumbo said so
Free Mandela you cried
But you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outside

Martin Luther King had a dream
That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary"
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody

Maybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; however
Pickin' cotton was bad, but we picked it together
I pray for you, and you pray for me
Sincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy D