I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun
 I said  "Little homeboy what's up with the glock 19?"
 He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life
 And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe
 I said  "Guilt will let him know what he did
 and you don't need to go to jail  you're just a kid.
 Give me the gun little G  just cool it down.
 You've got a lot to live for you're college bound."
 And so he screams and cries, we start huggin
 On the corner in Ft. Greene, we're buggin
 Tears drip as we walk to the crib
 And I'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
 I woke up it's a brand new day
 Little man blew himself away
 And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn
 And I'm lost in the storm
 Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand
 The conspiracy upon the first man
 Death to the Klan pump the fists that's connected
 To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand
 And the plan to conserve this confused violent land
 Different races, faces share the same spaces
 Sewed by arrogant laces
 Taste t his peace is real sweet
 Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak
 Will be done before the sun starts to nova
 Or we'll be over
 Reveal the passion button now hit it
 Cause no one is born a bigot
 Delete what you have engraved in your mind
 And throw up the peace sign
 And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm
 Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three
 With no P-E, A-C-E
 It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin
 Find the music of peace and start rappin
 The answer lies in your hearts then your minds
 And maybe then we can save human kind
 Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one
 But a Woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist
 crew
 Without death cause that will be illogical
 Peace will cover every newspaper article
 So now then, where do we start
 Everybody knows they have to play a part
 Open your minds and clear your minds
 And throw up the peace signs
 Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn
 Or be lost in the storm