They say the state of your environment
Coupled with defiance of societal requirements
Is what creates violence

That and repetition of pimpin', shootin', and lootin' in media
transmission
In addition to the negligence of parents due to lots of broken homes

Bitterness and broken dreams lead to brittle broken bones
So little kids roam the streets like wide-eyed prey
Continuing the cycle of decay

Everyday a vital image of a foolish imitation
Is impressioned on a person a becomes an aspiration
They wanna acquire the chain the fool had on the flyer

They want guns, girls, rings, cars, rims, tires
They want heroes but the got liars
Those who focus only on material desires

And will do whatever necessary to acquire
A hot spot on a skewer roasting in eternal fire


So are these young ones the collective sums of the slums they inhabit?
Inhibited by violence that borders on !@$^ographic
Or is it that the truth has been slightly fabricated

Borrowed by every rapper twisted and exaggerated
Now it's incorporated in their bio
Shot 5 times by a wino

On the way to sell crack for their auntie's pimp
Now that's the back-story for that well rehearsed limp
As long as it sells

That's the story they'll continue to tell
And these fools keep lying
'Cuz you fool keep buying

What's defined as a dream for a young black teen
Big stacks of green
Sacks by the triple beam

Just generations away from being slaves
Yet this is how you jigaboo ^!$$%s wanna behave?
Shucking and jiving

Bug-eyed grinning
With your ancestors spinning like gyroscopes in their graves
Think about it