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Talkin bout drama 

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

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