No distractions, urge to faction
caused this young boy, To take action
Putting in work and holding up clerks
The streets of his hood, is where he lurks
Dents and scars have shown his lifespan
Down till he dies, hitting up signs
Slanging Cush and always holdin'
With Gadget and Sin

But why?
Can't he realize?
That his own actions will be his demise?

Those tears don't see sunlight
But flow on through the night
And tough guy expressions
Pierce right through the lesson

Can you convince him to stay?
What will become of poor Little Triste?

Saw they we're strapped, then took their life
They caught him slippin', 187
Now he's on green light
It must not be fun to be on the run
He got caught up in the city's violence
Never again, never again
Will he doubt his conscience

but he knows
That his time is close
All those heads never knew that he opposed

Those tears don't see sunlight
But flow on through the night
And tough guy expressions
Pierce right through the lesson

Can you convince him to stay?
What will become of poor Little Triste?