Preachin' To The Quiet

Celebrity the new **

In america

Gotta have it

Gotta be it

So the young ones see it

Watch out now

Looka here now

In these get rich or die tryin times

Greed that I see

Got these cats

Whipped by tv

3 generations of fatherless women

We drownin instead of swimmin

This ain't what y'all asked for

That's what they locked ya ** up for

And closed the door

Beyond these streets

These kids is always watchin

See it ain't been the same

Since teen summitt left the game

Off the air, who cares?

Now kids get programmed

Ask their peoples

Who buy them almost everything the stars wear

People see , people do

See the new pied pipers

Got a hold on you

Back to the boogaloo

Get a shot

So you won't catch the flu

Don't get shot

And get a hole in you

I'm talkin advanced

But goin back at the same time

Rewind

So what, some of this song don't rhyme

Like I said

Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time

Fear

So leave a little room for god

Up in here

Back in the day

Even real pimps, hustlers, players

Told young cats

C'mon get their lives on track

These raps you hear today

Is a bad ** act

I'm here to tell it

Like it ought to be

It ain't no kids fault to me

35 year olds

Actin 16

Know what I mean

You don't work, mean you don't eat

You need more than a ball

And some bomb ** beats

New kicks on your feet

Need your mind in these time

To compete

Make your world complete

Sweet not sour

That's what they really call fightin the power

Here it is , no fable

I put it all on the table

Spendin my time

Identifyin who's behind

Some of these labels

Who profit off the spit

Some of the same way same cats

That owned them ships

Yes

Its a business

Butslavery was too

Prison industrial complex

New slavery lookin to own you

Ownin the labels , stations, jails and cemeteries

Thug life

Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop

Somebody behind

Makin up your own damn mind

Signed , sealed delivered

In a ** package

So dumb you can't hear

The ignorance protected

By the backpacker

Who co signed the say so

Claimin they dig the flow

Filled wit jim crow

Return of the old **

How you gonna say no to **s

If you don't say no to thugs

See the government

Sweep it deep

Under the rug