this is two its true we free we rule
our plans n' lives still runnin the streets in groups
strivin to learnin to solve this life's strifes
we makin it work movin on like water through pipes
hey..even though we sell rocks
hustlin n' gamblin just to pay the bills n' stay in blocks
runnin from police in the night,just to see if your baby's right
yah wife's alright,yah family's tight
what would you say if you met a bullet you never missed
n' its two or three hours before your life's dismissed
no one ever knows whatever that ever lies ahead
till the docs heavily ever rightly pronounce you dead
now hey i wouldn' rest my head pulsatin in bed
in pleasure leasure i'd check right maybe my patner's dead
its like we risin from the ground to the stars
transistin from two-wheel to four-wheel cars
from one room to mansions
from hard seats to cusions
steadin blunders unstable,rest is so hard to mension
laugh me as the street scrapper,next i be yah job lender
see me as yah trash crapper,next i be yah body blender
hey you would be snatchin my chick now,next he snatches yah wife
you would be robbin the streets now,next it robs yah life
study racial prijudice cause silence the stake of violence
n death's good redence no chance to make no difference
save for the victims of rape,result in illness so grave..
street children the fruits of this game
n' though life's full of strifes n we all aint certain
need to strengthen our belt stripes n get our feet strivin
for the past's roughs are long gone n all forgotten
braze ourselves for a better future we all awaitin.