My Generation
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I see the worlds changin,
no more takin the fall constantly blamin
Blame others dont put your knowledge to use,
Young girls these days let their legs go loose.
Young bangers with no hesitation,
set out for one thing: thug extermination.
Killin the innocent,
wastin money on drugs and wonderin where it went;
when they got no money for rent.
Got your kids goin hungry,
while your sittin there wondering,
how did it end this way?
Why do you get tha lowest pay?
Makin nothin but that minimum wage,
Gotta book but dont read tha first page,
ya go insane in your own rage.
Shouldnt always be shot or gettin shot at,
shouldnt be snitchin or doin dem hoodrats.
Kids at age 10 are holdin the glock,
tryin ta hustle down the block.
Got some lil infants on some grown shit,
See tha pieces to this puzzle dont really fit.
How many ghettos can there be?
30 year old niggas who can’t even read,
14 year old boy strugglin ta survive;
tryin ta keeps his unborn child & baby momma alive.
I know ya think ya got it togetha but nigga love that shit you wit.
Moneys numba one these days:
but racism keepin people from gettin paid,
Lack of money keepin you from gettin laid.
Got that little snitch of a hooker give you an STD;
for a lil price, just a lil bit of a fee,
Take in all ya want forget about ya needs.
Its all one in the same,
Prettifies tryin ta spit some young game.
Next thing you know a young girls missin,
but its too late her virgin soul has risin.
You smokin dat weed got ya baked,
no brain left to do the right thing;
you already turned into a happy and dro fiene.
Get a female pregnant; no worries just get up and leave.
These days lovely comes free:
No Love-
Because wit just a couple of puffs:
got you that one night stand,
Growin these blunts on land,
killin yo self and mother earth wit one hand.
It keeps some niggas rich,
because they think money is their bitch.
Prostitutes carrying crucifixes,
God's tha only one who listens.
One prayer and your all forgiven,
Get yourself some blood and get ta sippin.
Your bullets tear through the innocent,
and that’s where your last clip went.
Betta close your mouth before you snitch,
Lyin to the law could make ya rich.
Sellin dime bags to make it around here,
Wearin tha wrong colors got you livin in fear.
Young thugs got tha gangstas usin ya name in vain,
Shoot em up, spark up and forget their pain.
They front - They die.
Young daughter standin over his grave begins to cry,
daddy said he was going to work, but he must have lied.
Hustle in- Hustle out
That niggas broke he aint got no will to write,
no money to show, He’s dead and now his families left tha lowest of tha low.
Enemies don’t give a fuck,
Witnesses got no luck.
You saw; your involved,
Next thing you know it’s your name that’s gettin called.
It’s your turn to die,
its gettin done tonight.
Posted up in tha corner of your rival’s hood,
Can’t run; but if you could you would.
Time is up & your too deep in this shit,
your body's gettin hit.
Too many sins; My Generation's dying,
you niggas lettin tha devil win<o:p></o:p>
