I met a young brother, how young about eight
 He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
 I greeted him, and struck a conversation
 To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
 Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
 He said I be soon coming off the currency
 I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
 Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
 He said a condo beats my apartment
 With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
 No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
 That'll eat up the average alleycat
 He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
 I said word, I know and it bothers me
 Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
 How wicked man, seperated
 a nation and got us cold-killin off one another
 (Word-word, to the mother)
 It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
 Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
 For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
 I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
 So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
 Could this be the place marked X on the map?
 Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
 So I start to seek for a better salary
 So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
 Cause everyday you're getting scarier
 *blam blam* and scarier and scarier
 Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
 Talkin bout drama

 Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
 Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list
 From not having shelter, and out on the street
 without a job and days without a bite to eat
 Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
 about some more people that's living on the outside
 Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
 And it took em on a trip for a long day
 Got to the point you started stealing from your house
 Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
 Your family's upset and you've got to go
 When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
 And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
 Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
 Then after you run that game for a while
 You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
 Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
 Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
 Why do you come to me crying the blues?
 About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
 Then you can get straight and be real
 But you'd rather rob and steal
 And that's drama
 Talkin bout drama
 Not wonderama
 But I'm talkin bout drama
 Here what I'm sayin?
 I'm not talkin bout your mama
 Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama

 Shaolin fist versus the llama
 Talkin bout drama