Exile - The Ecology lyrics

Underage girls having seeds at the age of seventeen Baby daddies signing up for the marines Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams f** peace, n***as is purchasing red beams P89s, Glocks, AR15s It gets so hot, cops don't want to intervene Cause they can get popped too, simple and plain All the OGs dead, it's a new ballgame A bunch of young guns in charge who ain't got heart A few gave a listen to the lessons that was taught Those who took heed was the ones who succeeded The ones who didn't wound up sharing showers The strong move silent, the weak get devoured Too many fake hustlers, the drug game is sour Rather live like an animal than die like a coward Writing lyrics in the midst of My n***as sniffing powder lines like it's 1989 Just trying to survive in these days and times Just trying to survive in these days and times Just trying to survive in these days and times Cause where I'm from, brothers die everyday, sunny CA Understand the ecology on how we behave Baseheads, drive-bys, it's just how we was raised Murder for capital, we got to get paid That's the mindstate that boosts the crime rate Just lost soulds try'na find their way Through this puzzle, every ghetto, N.Y. to L.A Deep inside, I know it's time for a change, wish I could reach them But I got both feet in the grave and still sinking The environment'll drive you insane, flooded with demons They motive is to get in your brain, make you a heathen Even have you sniffing c**aine, slanging that reefer I know a lot of n***as that pump, they claim they eating They need to dumb it down, never seen a hundred thou' Loudmouths with loose lips who unloyal Fiends smoking out aluminum foil Just to cope with life's ills, too much on my mind Just trying to survive in these days and times Just trying to survive in these days and times Just trying to survive in these days and times I swear, unity went out the window, what a shame Back then we was all kinfolks, it ain't the same I dream of that day when little kids can play in the streets Not worried about getting hit by strays Wish I didn't need herb to calm my nerves Wish "peace" was more than just a five-letter word It's hard to be optimistic When you live on the same block as the k**ers who just got out of prison Still walking with my head up, there got to be something better Than this scene of police sirens and paramedics That's my philosophy, you feel the same? Then follow me; this is the ecology