Текст песни
You know what this is, it's a hard topic, but we need to address it
It-it is, it's hard. You can't hide it
So what approach do we take with our kids?
Well, you know, I think it depends on the age of the kids
Yo, so
I turn the TV on today
To hear what the people are saying
And all I seem to hear is
Click, click
Bang, bang
Wait, you gotta be kidding me though?
Kids killing kids before they have the chance to grow
They see bullets have riddled their souls
I bet they blame Eminem
But where in the world is the caring at?
Where are the teachers to preach us, to reach us?
Yo, where in the fuck are the parents at?
When will the media see that the reason we are in pieces is easy
Our kids are the future
Don't let 'em shoot ya
Run, run
Timmy's got a gun
Bang, bang
'Cause fighting back, it ain't enough
Click boom
How these kid's growing up so soon?
Oh-whoa-oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
Yo
Why is orange the new black?
Why are guns the new cool?
Why's little Timmy gotta worry 'bout where
His parent's at, and he's gotta hide in school?
Why they got this kid on riddling
But don't give him no rules?
Try to get little Timmy in the mood to build again
But don't give him no tools?
Yo, why don't you care?
When Timmy gets punched in the face, why aren't you there?
Yo, Timmy gets pushed every day
He's right on the edge and I'ma say
Nobody's prepared for what's up ahead
'Cause what's up ahead is all in his head
His meter is full, it's all in the red
The teachers are cruel, the kids are impaired
Now on the way home he's crying (screaming)
Papa's already started drinking
Mama still ain't call for some reason
All about tomorrow