| What’s happening, it’s been so long, what’s going on And what’s going wrong? |
| The good old days are gone
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| You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man
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| You invented a scam even you don’t understand
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| You rig the enigma, can’t figure it out
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| You change the route, now you’re in doubt
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| You use to cut class, smoked grass, still passed,
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| Figured you was all that but that ain’t last;
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| The times is harder, the drugs is heavier
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| You say whatever, the more, the merrier;
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| Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes,
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| Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes;
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| No more good times, no more time,
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| Too far to find, you’re almost blind,
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| You can’t see what spot that the trap is in…
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| (Hey bra!)What's happening!
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| You had it mapped out, your plans get torn,
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| You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone
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| You said you quit, stated your word is bond
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| (Hey bro) what’s going on?
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| What’s going on?
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| My neighborhood don’t look so good
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| I’ll find a way out. |
| yeah, I would if I could,
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| But the government is doing a project…
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| so I live in the projects;
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| Where we fight for elbow room to the doom,
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| Try to live long but you die too soon,
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| I might not be alive to see 25,
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| Taught at ten to make money and strive;
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| I sold tapes at school and made some ends
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| Met alot of skins and even made some friends,
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| Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit,
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| Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit;
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| But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test,
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| But I won’t fess, I just get rid of the stress!
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| And then shake hands like a man,
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| 'Cause it’s a family thing, only the crew would understand!
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| But you had a one on one fight wit drugs,
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| When we ain’t cool no more, we buss slugs,
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| Clip after clip, until one of us is gone…
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| (Hey bra!) what’s going on?
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| Yo, what’s going on?
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| The crime rate in New York State elevate,
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| A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate,
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| Drug wars daily, alot of blood spilt,
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| Kids on the playground shot down and kilt!
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| Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more…
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| 'Cause stray bullets explore!
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| We’re killing ourselves off slowly but surely,
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| And at the end of the year, I’m sure many more’ll be Rubbed out in a quest for clout
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| The rest’ll be drugged out, this is bugged out!
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| Half of the projects is dead or locked up,
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| Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up.
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| Human abortion create distortions…
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| And that’s just a portion, you know that we’re lost when
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| Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born!!!
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| (Hey bra!) what’s going on? |
| (3x) |