How you livin', a brother kill another for a color
Now a family's forced to sit and suffer Gang violence strikes again, a sound of a
trigger News at 11, I was one less nigga, they figure
Self-destruction, bro, you go alone How can you kill a person you don't really
even know?
In jail you played it hard until one slapped you
Silly turned you over like a girl, you rolled you like a sissy
Clapped behind bars in the middle of nowhere Doin' 10 or 20, brain another brother's hair
On the street you were slow, it wasn't a joke Nobody could cope, you was a king of the door
Shoot a brother in a minute, oh man, that was your duty
But now you in jail, just givin' up the booty Spread a momma, show you what it's like in
a jail I kick reality, this ain't a quickie fairytale
You said you had a heart, homeboy, how do you figure?
Can you prove it without keepin' your finger on the trigger?
Use a punk, a piano, bust a bow on the run Never usin' your fist, always grabbin' a gun
Trigger happy with the gat, brain stiffer than a mannequin
Shot an old lady, but you claim it was an accident?
Drop the sword off, you must be illin' I got a question, homes, how you livin'?
The beat is dope, so I come all smooth, no need to yell it
Now what I've seen on the streets, I gotta tell it
Smoke was on the corner at the rock house shack Tryin' to scuffle up some money for a 10-piece
cracker Now this is critical, pitiful, life was comin'
more difficult Children on the corner holdin' automatic pistols
And trained at the young age to kill another But the bad thing about it is we killin' each other
Brothers killin' brothers over man-made material It's like an epidemic, better yet venereal
Only if you knew that we was dominant original We'd be prepared mentally as well as physical
Some say to make it, though it's gonna take a miracle
But they can't hold your back, brother, when you're spiritual
Drop the 40 ounce, you must be illin' Yo, Aladdin, break it down while I ask them
how they livin'
Boobie was a crackhead smokin' that dust Like, dude, he was a sucker I never could trust
Used to let him in my house, he didn't need no permission
Until my goddamn VCR came a-missin' Sprung on a pipe like a fish on a hook
Yo, Boobie got labeled as a neighborhood crook Seen him with a color TV in his hand
Walkin' down the street, spark, lookin' for the dope man
Skinny as hell from just hittin' the pipe Lost his job, his two kids, the beautiful wife
He'd sell his mother if you gave him a chance Long as Boobie got a piece of crack in his hand
Ayo, you know what's sad? I should've said it's a shame
The way C-R-A-C-K destroys the brain Think, somebody wanna see these things
Another dumb brother just smokin' cocaine Suckin' up crack until your lips turn purple
From rehab to rehab, you're runnin' in a circle It's mandatory, I touched his category
That's why I made it simple, self-explanatory It shouldn't take long for me to state what's
on my mind Why should I sit and write a 10-minute long rhyme?
Ayo, drop the 40-ounce, you must be illin' So I can close this rhyme with how you livin'
So I can close this rhyme with how you livin'