Mad Prophet - Conscience lyrics

[Verse 1] Picture a young man Roaming streets with a gun in hand A self proclaimed thug Never really busted a slug But with intentions to mug A product of a home with blood stained rugs Father's an alcoholic Mom's addicted to d** Crack baby brother in a crib of bugs Barely breathing through his lungs The hungry cries at night The constant fights and ugly sights Too much to bare The kids were scared The parents never cared Looking at each other with empty stares Pop's got a bottle in his hand He's on a binge Mom tightens up the band Piercing her vein with a syringe Enough to make her young son cringe So it's up to him to put food in the fridge Provide for his family the only way he knows how Another life of tragedy, curtains down My boy take a bow Either swim or get drowned into this life of struggle Another victim of the system in a concrete jungle [Chorus] And as the world burns I learned life is hell Living in a world no different from a cell The pain's a b**h And that's a matter of fact So your lanes gotta switch To get your conscience back [Verse 2] Cuz he ain't the first and he won't be the last To roam these streets with hopes to get cash So he's walking down the block With his gun co*ked Still broke Jumpy from the crack rocks That he just smoked Somebodies 'bout to get hurt Finally he spots a woman walking home from work Let the night stalking begin He praying "Father forgive me, I'm about to sin" He knows what he's doing is wrong But it's either this or let the hunger go on So he picks up the pace Puts his hood up Conceals his f**ing face The woman stops in front of her door This was the chance the young man was waiting for He walks up from behind, whips out his gun Secretly hoping she would realize and run He's getting bolder Thinking soon this'll all be over But then he cold hand touch his shoulder His hearts stops Shaking from the shock He turns around then he points the Glock Chorus (2x) Verse 3: He sees an old man Their eyes lock, staring into his soul Que the bell toll He speaks in a soft tone "Whats that you have in your hand my son Understand no good can come from guns You're a good kid overcome with hate and fear" The young man drops the gun Bursts into tears Something he hasn't done in years "Come with me kid, let me make things clear See that woman's happy, has a man and a kid that's only two But what you don't know is that she was just like you Lost in a world too sick to view Grew up on the same streets Abusive parents and no food to eat See we all got our problems and we all gotta face them And there's always better methods used to erase them Replace them with things you cherish then embrace them Set goals and chase them I know you'll be okay and you know i'm being honest This sh** ain't nonsense I'm not a man kid, I'm just your conscience." [Chorus x4]