A baby has a baby and she's wonderin how and

Gotta take care of a newborn child and

All alone because the fathers out whilin

No time for school, she dropped that lesson

I guess you can say, the schools out of the question

Moms flipped at her, put the girl on the street and

Huntin the baby, aint got shit too eat and

No one's around when the chips is down and

Poor baby's father, nowhere too be found and

Ran the game that all guys aint the same

Left her with a baby for a bitch with no brain

Can't take stress, so she picks up the pipe

High in front of the kid.now that aint right

Saying too herself, one day she'll quit

But it's day after day, and hit after hit

Met a crack-head who claimed that he loved her

Just another trick-slick full of game-brother

Pipe got her hyped, coke took her mind

Had her on the corner, playing hooker at no time

Another good sister straight down the train and

Another poor child full of sorrow and pain



After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth

And the truth is, god on a white horse

Riding inside you, over you, under you

Everything living is dying

After the dying is a routing

After the routing ?



Every black man wants money and fame and

This black man gets in the drug game and

Hustle with the muscle, collectin endz

Drivin up town, in a kidded up Benz

Crazy money, with the cash non-stoppin

Too the hooker turns, and more "to needle poppin"

Went through the vein, and up to the brain and

Now he's a victim, caught in the game

Used to weight, two fifty, man he was a threat

Now he don't even weight forty pounds, wet

Back in the days the kids were all on him

Now they got big, sending pit bulls on him

The HIV gave him AID

Now he's history, in the cemetery

Rollin strong and had it going on and

But now, the money and the girls is gone and

He's buried in the dirt.Boy does that hurt



Reach out (Scratching).Reach out for me baby



A Kid named Peace on the block-in (Peace God)

Wants to be a hard rock, starts hard rockin

Doing crime, no one could ever stop him

Even old friends on the block ?

He was well known for his robbin and stickin

Kept a fat 9 with the big fat clip in

Thought he was fly-in, no one would ever try him

'Till one day he robbed the wrong guy and

Hot summer day-in, kids were out play-in

Cars rolled by and the bullets started spray-in

Went through the west and hit him in the chest and

Rest in peace, cuz peace is now restin

That's how it is when your living in the city and

Everybody says it's just such a pity and

Always wondered why, the man didn't learn his lesson

I strive to survive and live life as a blessin



After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth

And the truth is, god on a white horse

Riding inside you, over you, under you

Everything living is dying

After the dying is a routing

After the routing?

But thou shall not now it, for thou shall be dead