Girl,
born in the 80s, this that Brenda got a baby
That public enemy fighting the power
Cause we killing each other's babies
All for the love of a gold chain or a Mercedes
Swinging from our lost vines
In these hard times, my sister cries
My little brother's on trial,
the police be living foul
Momma's screaming these bastards killed my motherfucking child
The government say the child was a juvenile
But *,
that's just another way for them to profile
To keep my sister's kids behind bars
Or riding with drugs in renter cars With jail stars,
the young don't spar
The young don't slap box no more I ain't here to be the preacher
But if so,
I'll be the Joe Clark With the bat and the bullhorn
Teaching all the youth in the bleachers Word,
come on,
boy
Hey sister,
I'm with ya,
keep holding on Hey brother,
you know ya, you got to be strong
You're grinding,
you're riding,
right through the storm
And it won't be long,
it won't be long
Flowing with gravity,
coming from poverty I was always taught street code be the policy
So little sister,
lean on me Little brother,
you can stand by me
So we can hold on,
we gotta hold on And make it through any storm
We only live once,
and your bird is your only bond
Cause them old timers be like,
but don't kill you
Will only make you more strong Cause
it won't be long before my princess
becomes a woman Before my boy's a man
So take care of your mother Fighting the streets for your
sisters and brothers God body never had a woman Sisters also never
had a man Cause mama Flo always taught me That if she big
enough to hit a man She big enough to get hit back by a man
It's that real to real That Wu-Tang giving it to them for real
Step,
keep your head up Oh child,
things'll get easier
That's so the soul keep moving Master ace keep moving on
Free the rugged child The people wanna hear on and on
Cause they hustle hard every day in the streets and the storm
The lights don't go off The babies can't feed themselves
If they don't send them to school They
can't read the magazines on the bookshelves
They walking on eggshells Instead we need legit cartels
Hotels,
mines,
better excel Through times of terror but less envy towards
each other Will only cause us to destroy the terror
And come together I don't know if you caught it so I'ma say
it again Through times of terror but less envy towards
each other Will only destroy the terror
I'm with ya, keep holding on Hey brother,
you know ya,
you got to be strong You're grinding,
you're riding,
right through the storm It won't be long
It won't be long