Текст песни The Genius - Drama
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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, what`s your name, and how ya beHe said I be soon coming off the currencyI said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man`s brotherWho has a condo he shares with his baby`s 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 ratsThat`ll eat up the average alleycatHe said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that`s 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)It`s getting hot, how hot, hotter than JulyCuz the murder and crime rate is rising very highFor example, in my neighborhood, it`s so hotI`m often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shotSo I`m thinking what, is my neighborhood a trapCould this be the place marked X on the map?Now I`m 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 you`re getting scarier*blam blam* and scarier and scarierCausing mass hysteria, it`s 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 here`s another sideabout some more people that`s 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 family`s upset and you`ve got to goWhen it`s, five, below and we`re ex-pecting snowAnd then you`re 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 won`t quit, and yoWhy do you come to me crying the blues?About you can`t get a job well go sell some street newsThen you can get straight and be realBut you`d rather rob and stealAnd that`s dramaTalkin bout dramaNot wonderamaBut I`m talkin bout dramaHere what I`m sayin?I`m not talkin bout your mamaNahhhh, but I`m talkin bout dramaShaolin fist versus the llamaTalkin bout drama