Street Life

A baby has a baby and she's wonderin' how and
Gotta take care of a newborn child and
All alone because the father's out whilin
No time for school, she dropped that lesson
I guess you can say, the schools out of the question
Moms flipped at her, put the girl on the street and
Huntin, the baby ain't got shit too eat and
No one's around when the chips is down and
Poor baby's father, nowhere too be found and
Ran the game that all guys ain't the same
Left her with a baby for a bitch with no brain
Can't take stress, so she picks up the pipe
High in front of the kid, now that ain't right
Saying too herself, one day she'll quit
But it's day after day, and hit after hit
Met a crack-head who claimed that he loved her
Just another trick-slick full of game-brother
Pipe got her hyped, coke took her mind
Had her on the corner, playing hooker in no time
Another good sister straight down the drain and
Another poor child full of sorrow and pain and..

After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth
And the truth is, god on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you, under you
Everything living is dying
After the dying is the rotting
After the rotting is the greenness of the grass & the fullness of trees

Every black man wants money and fame and
This black man gets in the drug game and
Hustle with the muscle, collectin' endz
Drivin' uptown in a kitted-up Benz
Crazy money, with the cash non-stoppin'
'Till the hooker turns him on to needle poppin'
Went through the vein, and up to the brain and
Now he's a victim, caught in the game
Used to weigh two-fifty, man he was a threat
Now he don't even weigh forty pounds wet
Back in the days the kids were all on him
Now they got big, siccing pitbulls on him
The HIV gave him AID
Now he's history.. in the cemetery
Rolling strong and had it going on and
But now, the money and the girls is gone and
He's buried in the dirt - Boy, does that hurt..

Reach out (Scratching) Reach out for me, baby

A Kid named Peace on the block-in
Wants to be a hard rock, starts hard rockin'
Doing crime, no one could ever stop him
Even old friends on the block for the vic'ing
He was well known for his robbing and sticking
Kept a fat 9 with the big fat clip in
Thought he was flying - no one would ever try him
'Till one day he robbed the wrong guy and
Summer day and, kids were out playin'
Cars rolled by and the bullets started sprayin'
Went through the vest and hit him in the chest and
Rest In Peace, cuz Peace is now resting
That's how it is when you're living in the city and
Everybody says it's just such a pity and
Always wondered why the man didn't learn his lesson
I strive to survive and live, life is a blessing

After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth
And the truth is, god on a white horse
Riding inside you, over you, under you
Everything living is dying
After the dying is the rotting
After the rotting is the greenness of the grass & the fullness of trees
But thou shall not know it, for thou shall be dead!