Talkin bout drama

I met a young brother, how young about eight

He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight

I greeted him, and struck a conversation

To see if the youngster had some self-motivation

Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be

He said I be soon coming off the currency

I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother

Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother

He said a condo beats my apartment

With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent

No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats

That'll eat up the average alleycat

He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty

I said word, I know and it bothers me

Cuz we are the victims, of a situation

How wicked man, seperated

a nation and got us cold-killin off one another

(Word-word, to the mother)

It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July

Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high

For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot

I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot

So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap

Could this be the place marked X on the map?

Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery

So I start to seek for a better salary

So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area

Cause everyday you're getting scarier

*blam blam* and scarier and scarier

Causing mass hysteria, it's drama

Talkin bout drama

Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless

Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list

From not having shelter, and out on the street

without a job and days without a bite to eat

Yo I feel for those, but here's another side

about some more people that's living on the outside