featuring Styowlz

CHORUS

Children play women produce

Kids killing kids just for the juice

Now Africa is looking for the truth

But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth

In this edition of the story no need to bore me

It can't do nothin' for me even Denzel Washington couldn't find any

glory

In the overcrowded streets of the city

I know it's (shitty) but I can do without the pity

(Baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects

But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs and I wrecks havoc

And if you try to play me I won't have it

Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit

(Well) He's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud

Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd

A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass

Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass

Girls today don't wear no bras

Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars

Grandma carries a can of mace

And she'll stick a .45 in your face

So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?)

He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep)

I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself

Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

A lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who?)

The police (Word!) rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em

Hopin' that they got one of 'em

It was a drug bust, but something's weird

(Well, what's the matter, Spinderella?)

The way half a million disappeared

CHORUS

Heaven and hell is on earth

Heaven and hell is on earth

Who gives a damn about me?