Weird Ol' G - Grand Theft Auto lyrics

[Intro] (And we've just gotten word of not one but two explosions near the finish line of the Boston Marathon And this is, uh, disturbing) (Ain't too many houses in New Orleans don't have a gun in them) (You scared?) (Yes I am) (There was a 17 year old black boy who was shot and k**ed in Florida. Neighborhood watch saw him and thought he was suspicious. His name was Trayvon Martin) (It's very tragic that Trayvon Martin lost his life, but in Chicago this happens on a consistent basis every single day) (Chicago, where murders topped 500 last year, and the grim reaper's toll touches every family) (Tonight here on the South side of Chicago a six-year old girl was shot and gravely wounded, during a firefight between gang members) [Verse 1: Bogie Bam] Every day it's like GTA Bodies on the ground and the sirens going around Everybody strapped up, every city, every town Every corner, bodies dropping, everybody know the sound Cops k**ing, no indictments, they don't even go to trial 800,000 kids a year lost and never found Probably in the White House together running all around Find Saddam Hussein but can't find somebodies child, I mean You got Bin Laden, tell me where these kids hiding All these wire taps, you can't bring a child back Can't see why they gave us hope we can't reach Can't breathe, well you see where Eric Garner's at Mike Brown, Trayvon, no surviving that Where's the riots, I'll be posted where the fire at As a country, can't tell you where we're headed Even cop callers stop and got to think of 9/11, wait People either stealing cars, or they stealing bars Not too many go to school, or they get a job If he ain't shooting 3's probably shooting for the stars Or shooting people on the corners and the boulevards They let Obama run the country but they had to do it Puppet master pulling strings while he's interviewing On top of that I got to look at what my cities doing Knowing that I played a part in why my cities ruined [Chorus: HQ Jonez] People drowning in a sea of police arms (I can't breathe, I can't breathe) Avoid the jungle in the streets because they mean harm (Can't you see, can't you see) The storyline today could always be your last (Be your last) And if you die in this game boy ain't no coming back (No coming back) Everyday, more and more, life is looking like a game of GTA (x2) So watch how you play it [Verse 2: Qwin Omaru] Let me know when you finna bang for something other than the side of the city that a n***a from though Let a n***a know when you gon' get a purpose paired with the .44 Maybe when you got a shotgun you call Malcolm, when you got a handgun you call Huey Assata's name on your AK, Bobby Seale for that uzi You just rolling around with that toolie, ready to bust on injustice Not talking no cop unless they crooked How about the pushers for needle pushers That h**ne... my auntie hooked, my queen was tooken My faith shook, my kingdom ruined She another ghost in this ghost town and that's real [Verse 3: Mega Ran] Everytime I see P-A, it's almost like I'm in a game of GTA Brothers want to come up on some money in a easy way Wind up living on the run for at least three days Better watch your back, with the cops on the hunt don't be thinking that your town can't be Ferguson Phoenix P.D. told Rumain keep his hands up then to keep his hands down and they murdered him See this ain't no game though it seems like that It is what it is man it be's like that Kiss your loved ones because these kids got guns And your last words could be "I'm a be right back" How many got to die for some respect, huh? If could even be me next Until then I'm still praying for a reset, yeah [Chorus: HQ Jonez] [Verse 4: Swych] Hold up Cold cold world? Cold cold world I could use a cup of hot cocoa girl Ha, corny but the world need laughter City that I'm from, they be running out of caskets And cemetary space, remembering elementary Thinking that this life was nothing but fun and games Now they 8 years old, running with guns and blades They ratchet, no clank, they ratchets go bang! (Gratata) like it's GTA You a man one day, t-shirt the next, damn Now I just hope that t-shirt look fresh I got a right to live, but I'm obligated to d**h So my heart on my sleeve like a tattoo Cliche, taboo, now everybody rocking vests God bless you, bullets coming at you Wish you the best, whether you ride for the South or the West I'm a, rider (aye) New Bed Stuy-er, I ain't gon' tell you what sider I'm a, rider (aye) New Bed Stuy-er, it don't even matter what sider, uh But if you lose your homies, rob who you want you'll never have it all So many people dying in my city got me searching for the Dragonballs Eww! [Chorus: HQ Jonez] [Outro] (There's no black neighborhood, you know what I'm saying, where black people have the same amount of money as me. You know what I'm saying, there's richer and there's poorer. There's no, just, you know, did a movie got a little bit of money, living okay black neighborhood. I have to be in the white neighborhood, so I don't fit in. That's hell. It's hell when you can't be around your peers. All my life been living around black people, poor people, but I can't live around poor people now because they'll rob me) (I am urging the parents of black and latino youngsters particularly, to not let their children go out wearing hoodies. I think the hoodie is as much responsible for Trayvon Martin's d**h as George Zimmerman was) *static* (It's no use!)