a baby is born
with no way out
umbilical cord wrapped around his neck
he cant even shout
doctors worrying more about his momma
not havin an hmo
whispering 2 themselves
how can anything good grow
in the womb of a crack ho
a baby survives
but his reactions are kinda slow
momma already got 5
she really dont want no mo
take ignorance and hopelessness
mix and stir
a baby aint but 4 minutes old
already his dream is defered
maybe that is where he learned
never 2 trust
always said the diaspora aint healthy
if we ignore the most fucked up of us
fucked up is what fucked up shall be
fucked up kids most likely come from
fucked up families
it is survival of the fittest
you come
you shun
ignore the murder you just saw
all the while sayin 2 the world
hell wit a comdom
im gonna give it 2 you raw
corner wall hit wit 58 trey bee
cops drive around
actin like they cant see
truth be told there is some shit
they gotta let slide
act like super cop
you get dropped
aint nowhere 2 hide
gotta be criminally minded
2 detect criminal intent
30 thousand a year to risk your life
money already spent
arrest a city block
you aint gonna make a dent
the drug game been around
since before jesus was sent
cant try 2 repent
if your dna is flawed
rahiem and dem
singin ghetto hymns
givin it to society straight raw
med students sent 2 philly for training
plenty of corpses being delivered
no one is complaining
gun shots
stab wounds
baseball bats 2 wombs
help aint on arrival
jesus aint comin 2 the ghetto
no time soon
last time peter and paul rolled in
peter got jacked
peter said i represent the lord
brotha said is that a fact
where is that jesus cat
probably got arrested under the patriot act
while we catchin flak
next time you see him
tell that dude watch his back
just like yall dont eat hog maws
why you think we like gettin it raw
no grease
from the beast
rainy days
whole neighborhood smells like roaches and piss
straight talk
no money
no honeys
so the game is impossible 2 resist
try 2 fly straight
and say you work at mickey dees
a femme will look you up and down
laugh and shout nigga pleeze
the drug game always been about
catchin the prettiest cat
and a cat dont wanna pur
unless she can shop at saks
prohibition made the kennedys rich
a bootleggers son got elected president
aint that some shit
so how you gonna tell a young cat 2 quit
toss a burger
or weigh a brick
this aint no choice
the ghetto dont have a voice
not when the drug game
got so many greedy paws
real deal sittin on yachts
in the azores
while ghetto eyesores is gettin it raw

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