[INTRO]
"Blacks were allowed neither separate-but-equal nor minimally adequate public and/or private education. They were forbidden to excel in almost all professions. Food could be obtained primarily by the use of Federal food stamps issued through the then Department of Health, Education and Welfare (HEW). During and following the Vietnam conflict, greater police and drug inducement activity (the opiate/somnambulant social equations of alcohol, h**n, and the animal tranquilizer PCP popularly termed booze, skagg, and angel dust) took place in the Urban Camp and steadily increased throughout the 70's"
[VERSE 1: TNT]
I ain't got sh** to lose
I'm tired of paying my dues
And every time I turn around
I'm sitting, singing the blues
I got no place to go
And I can't find no ho
And every time I think it's fast
It always turns slow-mo
See, you may think it's funny
But it's all about money
With no dough there's no ho
And no money, no honey
So I got to find a way to make the ultimate k**
Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills
Get my life in check
Maybe break some necks
Come back with the loot and get big respect
No, I'm not like the others
I'll be a paid motherf**er
Keep my sh** undercover
And keep away from the s**ers
Either way you go I got two roads to choose
It don't matter to me
Cause I ain't got sh** to lose
[HOOK]
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
"The extermination of the Negro people" (x2)
[VERSE 2: TNT]
Life or d**h
Fortune or fame
See, everything's the same
Everybody wants to make a name
In this big old game called life
The only life I know is pain and strife
Born in the ghetto with no place to go
Living the life of crime's the only life I know
So I take it slow
And go with the flow
Even though I know I could never grow
Into what society wants me to be
Other than a straight G named TNT
Solitary confinement
Living just like you are man
The ghetto might as well be a sewer, man
You can't comprehend unless you've been where I've been
Down the yellow brick road but it's just a dead end
I've got the ghetto blues and it's all bad news
So you wouldn't want to be in my shoes
Cause I ain't got sh** to lose
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3: TNT]
Soul is dead
Losing my head
A cardboard box has replaced my bed
I wish I was dead
But that'll never come true
I'm forced to live in this hell
Right along with you
Mama said there would be days when I felt like this
Too many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist
I can't deal with this
Cause my life's a b**h
Seems I'm all alone
In this Hell called home
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
I just wish I had my piece of the America's Dream
But America's pie wasn't meant for I
It makes no sense to try
Cause I was born to die
Who the hell am I
Who's the man in the mirror
The scenario's the same but the picture is no clearer
I see my choices
I hear some voices in my head
No matter what I choose
I ain't got sh** to lose
[HOOK]