Letras
People!
The world today is in a very difficult situation
And we all know it
Because we're the ones who created it
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
What's wrong with our future?
How long will this last?
A friend of the end, a memory in the past
You think you're big 'cause you walk with a shotgun?
I got news for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
Look at your mother, teardrops
She just received a phone call from the cops
Your son will do life 'cause he raped a man's wife
Shot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife
Or take a look at your mother's heart torn
She just received a phone call from the morgue
Your son is dead from three shots to the head
The killer left a note and this is what the note said
"Never be bigger than you are
Never try to pose like you're a superstar
Next time you rob somebody and you give 'em the death wish
When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss"
Is this how you wanna be?
Dead on the street or locked in a penitentiary?
It's cool to be free
And it's alright for you to be you and for me to be me
Look at you, fifteen years old
Coolin' on the corner with a can of Old Gold
Whatever happened to school?
Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be cool
To sport sneakers that you took from somebody
To talk about the kid that you bucked at some party
Life is a gamble and you're losin'
Before it's too late, brother, you better start choosin'
Left from right, right from wrong
Or you'll be singin' that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck 'em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft 'cause you didn't buck a shot
Put the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya got