[Intro: Honey The Hippie]
There was like, I knew a dude named D
From Compton, California, And Uh
Let me give you a little story about D, Yeah
[Verse 1: Honey The Hippie]
He was like, Eff school who needs straight A's
I'm the teacher on these streets up in L.A
I'm the one getting paid to sell high grade
And i pledge allegiance to the pocket where my flag hangs
So it's illegal for me to go and gang-bang
Well in the army they doing the same thing
Because you live for flag, die for a flag
A dude threatens you put him in a body bag
Middle East, nah the war is in these streets
And uh, money is the root of all evil
And the government the one who plant the seed
Give us no shades and no growth in our people
Rock buying, cop sirens, shots firing
Moms crying, sons dying, bad timing
The cycle of life if you trying to survive in
[Hook]
I hang with n***as on the Dodgers
I came with hoes and they squabbin'
I hang with n***as that'll ride for me
So you don't want no problems
[Verse 2: Honey The Hippie]
Dude's at 25, with no father figure
Figure to follow n***as doing 25 to life
Pay attention to the n***as in the penitentiary'll
Be his pen pal not the one that he writes
Die young, live fast
Your times ticking, do the math
A dime-bag plus a 9 millimeter equals 19 years or dead in a blood bath
Bullet holes should be tattooed to your soul
You lost control, of how your future's told
You tattoo your tears, you're too ashamed
And you're thinking this rain can, hide the pain in your eyes
Too scared to cry
And your damn flags, ain't nothing but disguise
And shooting, and k**ing yourself with these colors
No longer, black and whites become crippled and blooded
But I, can remember crayon boxes being segregated
We used to paint rainbows, we used to paint faces
Bibles were called prophets now we selling crosses just to make profits
To rock cannabis stems, then we chop it
To get, high hopes cause (?)
But gunshots have kidnapped blocks
So NBA and NFL dreams are being dropped
[Hook]