Problems Of The World

Dres

looking sleek I went to check the little one all's well.

Put up the tools and clips ; did a few pulls and dips; needin a shower

smack my baby girl on the hip. I'm on the move kid I'll

catch you bout seven; shit showered and strapped and now I got my

engine revin'. Supereior handling still got money left from

gambling with these kids that I met through these southern joints be

scramblin'. Turbo-boost, driving at exorbitant speeds; I

proceed to roll a phil cause I can drive with my knees. The way I lay it

down, please, bring new meaning to squeeze - Let my mind

coast from ki's to dungarees to Gee's Loose ones and tons of fiends on

the Hip-Hop scene, but what was once a guillotines',

semi-auto sub machine - I dream elaborate - though it's gettin badder it

doesn't matter yet......livin life as we imagined it



HEY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WORLD TODAY /

BROTHERS BE BUSTIN BROTHERS FOR

LESS THAN TIME OF DAY

FOR PAY / I'D LIKE TO CHANGE THE WAY THE

CHILDREN PLAY AND TEACH THE

WORLD A BETTER WAY



Said I was coolin, puffin La; I heard a knock at the door, and when I

opened, yo, you couldn't guess what I saw - It was the body

of this kid in my life I never seen, on the ground, shorty didn't even

look 16. Must've took it to go cause I ain't even hear the

sound - Pulled him in from the hall with wifey holdin me down - He

looked dead at a glance, then his eyes did a dance, and he

spoke to me while my lady called the ambulance - Told me "Listen

to the

words when a wise man speaks, many men search the

world and never find what they seek" - On the verge of tears,

looking at

what's left of his chest....My girl came, wiped his head

while I had a towel pressed on his torso - moreso than not he's

gonna

die, but I'm tellin him he'll be okay, I gotta lie - It's this

thing called life so many times we take for granted - I hit the La,

search deep, and try my best