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MAN! When you live out here in these streets,
you can't survive with just a bluff!
When someone pushes, you push back.
You show the enemy that you're tough!
You can't survive out here alone!
You'd be dead by noon tomorrow!
That's why we HOMIES stick together,
because this life is full of sorrow!
We're protectin' what is ours.
We make sure we have control!
We make the rules and regulations,
to prove our point, we sometimes rock and roll!
We HOMIES have a code
and each BRO knows they can depend-
That they'll never be out there alone,
or find themselves without a friend!
We party, fight, and drink together.
Sometimes we even die!
A dead BRO is not forgotten!
We live our CODE, "EYE for an EYE!"
So if one of our HOMIES is taken out,
someone else's HOMIE has got to pay!
When we show up in their hood,
they know someone's gonna die today!
We stand eye to eye and toe to toe,
guns drawn, for this is war!
We're not sure why this all started,
but that's the OATH we swore!
There's yellin', panic, bullets flyin',
someone YELLS! "LOOK WHAT WE DID!"
The wrong body's in the street
a BULLET killed a little KID!
That wasn't meant to happen.
He just got in the way!
But a bullet has no conscience
and that's the price he paid!
He was just an innocent little kid.
When you kill a kid, you kill his MOTHER!
The thought that's runnin' through your mind is--
tomorrow it might be my LITTLE BROTHER!
It seems here in the HOOD
there are mothers always cryin'!
BLOOD runs in the streets,
where some MOTHER'S SON is dyin'!
We don't remember how this all started!
We don't know who wrote the code!
There needs to be some changin' done
before our GRAVEYARDS overflow!
It's tough here in the HOOD
and there must be a better way!
If that little kid could talk
I guess that's what he'd say.
When the ones we love are dyin'
of the bullets from our guns,
Do we see ourselves dead HEROS!
as we kill each other one by one?
It's time to change TRADITION !
It's time to stop the PAIN!
To stop the killin' and the bleedin',
so that KID didn't die in vain!
That doesn't mean we won't be HOMIES!
But together we'll change our CREED!
We'll take the the FEAR out of our HOODS
and the PRICE to PAY won't be to BLEED!
This LIFE is leading no where,
and our HOOD'S become DEATH'S HOME!
The answer to this SADNESS,
is to take DEATH OFF HIS THRONE!
It's TIME to come TOGETHER!
It's TIME to make a PLAN--
WORK out a PEACE we all can live with!
IT'S TIME TO JOIN HANDS!
It's TIME to start a NEW TRADITION!
where DEATH isn't GLORIFIED!
Where little KIDS feel SAFE,
and little KIDS don't have to DIE!
I got a feelin' HOMIES, there's a TRAITOR in the HOOD!
There's a lot of dyin' goin' on and we all know that, that ain't good!
I don't think that he's a HOMIE,
he's workin' on his own!
But HE'S makin' FOOLS of us right here on our turf, at home!
HE might even be the reason for all this RAGE we got.
HE never seems to be around until a brother's shot!
It's when the shootin' starts, and when a BRO is bleedin',
You can feel that HE is there even though you cannot see HIM!
HE'S at every HOMIE'S funeral, standin' with US in the crowd.
HE'S sportin' HIS own colors, and HE'S lookin' mighty proud!
OLE MAN DEATH is our TRAITOR, and HE'S made our HOOD his HOME!
The answer to this sorrow is to take HIM off his THRONE!
As long as HE'S the KING, he'll play us in this
GAME of DEATH,
till every gladiator has drawn his final breath!
He really won't be worried when you and I are gone,
for HE knows out in the HOOD there are young ones comin' on!
HE knows HE'S got the POWER.
HE'S played US against each other!
HE always SCORED a VICTORY each time HE saw us KILL a BROTHER!
HE always got a HIGH outta every WRONG we did.
WE made him really PROUD the day WE killed that little kid!
It's TIME to STOP the KILLIN', the CRYIN', and the HATE!
It's up to US to CHANGE IT before it is too LATE!
WE got to get together HOMIES.
WE got to get a PLAN, and take our HOOD back from this TRAITOR!
It's TIME to JOIN HANDS!
It's TIME WE made a PEACE.
It's TIME to STOP the DYIN'!
WE'LL make it SAFE for kids to play, there'll be no more mothers cryin'!
COME and JOIN ME HOMIES, feel what it's like to be a MAN!
OLE MAN DEATH can be taken, if we only take a STAND!
OUR CODE, "EYE for an EYE,"
must change to, "LIVE AND LET LIVE!"
WE got to find a way to come TOGETHER and
STOP KILLIN' little kids!
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One dark night it may be your destiny to meet,
a hooded figure in the shadows, on a darkened street!
HE'LL step out from the shadows and in a whisper low,
HE'LL tell YOU it's time to JOIN HIM, it's time forYOU to go!
No one else can see HIM just your eyes alone!
It's only YOU he's come for!
Tonight YOU won't be going home!
What you bragged you weren't afraid of, has come to see if it is true!
DEATH puts his hand upon your shoulder, YOU don't know what to do!
As you look into his empty eyes, you remember the taking of other's lives!
DEATH has joined the party as an uninvited guest!
Though YOU may not know it, HE'S there at your
It may be the drugs you're using or a bullet from someone's gun.
But DEATH has waited patiently while YOU had your fun!
You've taunted HIM, you've teased and won,
but this night, HE'LL have your mother's son!
Remember how you've laughed, you dared DEATH to strike!
YOU said, "YOU weren't afraid for HIM to take your LIFE!"
YOU find your mind is racing, YOU want to make a DEAL!
YOU bragged how unafraid YOU were, but now,
HOW DO YOU FEEL?
YOU TEMPTED HIM, YOU DARED HIM,
everything was fun.
The GAME is finally over.
It looks like
DEATH HAS WON!!
BATTLES are raging on dark neighborhood streets,
to PROTECT something already WON!
The RIGHT to be FREE has already been FOUGHT
by thousands of MOTHER'S SONS!
They've already DIED on battlefields!
No more BLOOD needs to be SHED!
FREEDOM is YOURS and yet you FIGHT on,
SPREADING your own FEAR and DREAD.
Why DIVIDE up the world into BLOCKS,
and IMPRISON yourselves INSIDE?
Why take SOMEONE'S LIFE for crossing a STREET?
Why can't YOU live SIDE by SIDE?
YOU build your own little PRISONS, and yet YOU think you are FREE!
FEAR of DYING keeps you within those LIMITATIONS,
if you're FREE it's so hard for others to SEE!
How can YOU consider yourself FREE?
HOw can YOU feel you have CONTROL?
YOU'RE LOCKED inside your TERRITORIAL PRISON,
with no HOPE of PROBATION or PAROLE!
If YOU cannot CROSS the STREET without the FEAR of DYING,
how will YOU FULFILL your DREAMS,
they're outside those PRISON WALLS, lying?
YOU'RE lost in the HYPE of being a HERO!
YOU STRUT and INTIMIDATE, YOU THREATEN, and CURSE!
Not realizing how SMALL your piece of the WORLD is,
YOU roam in PACKS defending your TURF!
How can YOU take a CHILD'S LIFE and consider yourself a HERO?
That CHILD DIED for a CAUSE it did not UNDERSTAND,
FROM A BULLET, SHOT by SOMEONE it did not know!
YOU have the RIGHT to give up your DREAMS, but not the RIGHT to take another's.
A CHILD has a RIGHT to a FUTURE even if it wasn't a CHILD of your MOTHER!
Take a long hard LOOK at the SIZE of your WORLD.
It may be SMALLER than YOU THINK!
Your LIFE'S on the LINE for this SMALL piece of EARTH.
Is it possible YOU'VE been HOODWINKED?
Is it possible YOU really want THINGS to CHANGE?
YOU would like to see PEACE in the STREETS?
YOU would like to LAY DOWN the FEAR and the DEATH, but are AFRAID of the RESISTANCE you'd MEET?
The FEAR of being called TRAITOR ,
keeps YOU from SAYING what YOU know to be TRUE!
Have YOU ever thought that OTHERS, may be feeling just like YOU DO?
It's time to SPEAK the TRUTH,
TOMORROW may be too LATE!
The GRAVEYARDS keep on filling,
THE LONGER THAT WE WAIT!!