Genius - Drama Lyrics
Talkin bout dramaI met a young brother, how young about eightHe seemed intelligent and rather quite straightI greeted him, and struck a conversationTo see if the youngster had some self-motivationPeace brother, whats your name, and how ya beHe said I be soon coming off the currencyI said gettin paid, he said yeah like my mans brotherWho has a condo he shares with his babys motherHe said a condo beats my apartmentWith no lights and no gas and much backed up rentNo hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty ratsThatll eat up the average alleycatHe said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, thats povertyI said word, I know and it bothers meCuz we are the victims, of a situationHow wicked man, seperatedA nation and got us cold-killin off one another(word-word, to the mother)Its getting hot, how hot, hotter than julyCuz the murder and crime rate is rising very highFor example, in my neighborhood, its so hotIm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shotSo Im thinking what, is my neighborhood a trapCould this be the place marked x on the map?Now Im spotted like a target, in the shooting gallerySo I start to seek for a better salarySo I can escape from where, from this ghetto life areaCause everyday youre getting scarier*blam blam* and scarier and scarierCausing mass hysteria, its dramaTalkin bout dramaNot to be bold and disrespect the homelessCuz I can see that they suffer from a long listFrom not having shelter, and out on the streetWithout a job and days without a bite to eatYo I feel for those, but heres another sideAbout some more people thats living on the outsideBecause of the fact that they chose the wrong wayAnd it took em on a trip for a long dayGot to the point you started stealing from your houseStalking the rooms late at night like a mouseYour familys upset and youve got to goWhen its, five, below and were ex-pecting snowAnd then youre on the train with a cup in your handKicking dirt, and making it look like sandThen after you run that game for a whileYou start sucking up tokens from out the turnstileAre you that desperate, just to get a hitIs it so effective that you wont quit, and yoWhy do you come to me crying the blues?About you cant get a job well go sell some street newsThen you can get straight and be realBut youd rather rob and stealAnd thats dramaTalkin bout dramaNot wonderamaBut Im talkin bout dramaHere what Im sayin?Im not talkin bout your mamaNahhhh, but Im talkin bout dramaShaolin fist versus the llamaTalkin bout drama
