Deep thinking Underground Track. LISTEN and REFLECT

» highest in charts:   # 12337   (1,475,287 songs currently listed in HipHop)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 6919   (822,152 songs currently listed in HipHop > Hip Hop General)

Whats wit our society this situation sickens me.
Biggie D Gunna spit this bitta prophecy./
Tired walkin round seein needles in playgrounds.
Every time i go to spit sh*** gets drowned out by the sound./
of another homicide, another young seed dies.
I see the mothers that cry, See the tear inner eyes./
She looks up to the skies, and asks to god "WHY!".
Then bends to his coffin kiss her baby goodbye./
Infants are dyin tell me where be the outcry.
Chall just gunna stand by? turn your head wit a shut eye?/
You people make me sick, wit ya blind eye tactics.
F*** it, hate on me, and call me a cynic./
I'll take it, My logic is atleast i admit it.
I won't sit wit my tounge bit and let it persist./
Its you hypocrits at home feelin all that i spit.
but don't try to fix it thats what's got me so pissed./

[chorus]x2
What if i coldn't lay a verse?
What if God if god never made a word?
I sit up late and inside my bed.
And try to see that road ahead
I don't think that i can live a life
Where peoples words are tied wit lies
I'll try to be all i can be
This is my bitter prophecy

So Dey say when a bell rings an angel gets its wings.
Think that thats the cat who had big dreams to sing./
Just an innocent, caught in the wrong place the wrong time.
mindin his biz, he got caught up in a drive by./
cock, bam, crack, wit no time tor react
next thing the kid new he was flat on his back./
You'd imagine he just died quick, but beleive me thats bullshit
He screamed on pavement coughin up blood thick./
A truely tragic scene cuz this kid was 15.
Still fightin for life, and tryna hold on to dreams/
Tragedy struck there was chaos in the hospi.
stuck wit 4 IV doctors workin frantically./
Moms fightin wit nurses screamin "please thats my baby"
Kids stuck in a coma thinkin "please god take me".
then the beepin turned to tone, rigis fell to a flat line
God replied his plea wit "ok son its time"

[chorus]x2

saw these 2 kids on a tv screen caught beatin a hobo
What you think you betta person cuz you landed on mo doe?/
Its bad enough the cats gotta sleep on cold pavement.
Don't need ya fag cats wit a slugga makin statements./
I was talkin to this cat straight outside of southstation
He wasn't lookin fo no change just proper conversation./
He had one leg a cane and a smile on his face
I asked him how he stayin happy when this worlds a dark place
He said it aint about possessions it's "bout livin good"
That nothing is trivial there be "beauty in the hood."/
I said i aint see it all i see is death and sorrow.
Then he asked me to think "how many breaths i'll take tommorow"/
You make take a a million breaths maybe more maybe less.
See people take forgranted life as if its limitless/
Said yes i guess you're right, man heres money for the insite
He said naw, i don't want it kid, just live ya life right./

[chorus]x2