Styles P - Children lyrics

[Intro] Deez lil' n***az is crazy This is our future? It's about the children man Damn! Aiyyo P (I pray to God for the kids man) No doubt man, f'real (wherever they at) Real talk (it's real out here) C'mon! [Styles P] (Children) in the hood seem to die at a young age Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday All they talk about, is money and gunplay Only light they gettin is the one from the sun rays (Children) no light bulb bright idea Shame when "k** that n***a" is the right idea Like a n***a lose his life, every night out here Kinda hot, but they talk about ice out here (Children) - is all some ill sh** 12 to 19 all ready to k** sh** All of 'em is numb, don't none of 'em feel sh** It's just like a war zone, that's on some real sh** (Children) Homey, this is O.G. talk Blow O.G. kush, for O.G. cough [coughing] In the low-key V, shakin police off Don't engage wit'cha enemy, you know he soft - whattup? (Children) is all missing the roof over 'em Lil' n***az is hard, they don't know how to school 'em They know how a s**a or a herb or a fool look Know how a crack pack dope or the tool look (Children) Yeah, the sh** is real out here Swear blood is like oil how it spill out here If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here The 9 mill', might pop your grill out here, yeah [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch - singing] Some days I might thank, God I don't have no (children) To struggle this hard and it's a ha**le (children) Gotta teach 'em how to survive and win (children) The whole future of the world depends on (children) So I talk wise and speak clearly (children) But still sometimes they don't hear me (children) But when I open my heart I catch feelings (children) Cause the kids need hope, they need healing (children) THE CHILDREN [Styles P] (Children) and the birds play video games Imitate whack rappers and the video dames PlayStation, X-Box, laptop, desktop (dang) I be askin myself, when will the mess stop? (Children) Snotty lil' n***az is too rude All I know is cooler than YouTube, it's makin it easy With nothin realistic you can see on the TV (NOTHIN) But they call this reality show (yeah?) (Children) It's time to, make um gra**es grow They'll - make 'em lazy, it's so crazy Me I stay hazy, always keep a Dutch steamed Cause they even't makin no bu*tons, it's just a touch screen (Children) And they don't talk, they text L-O-L, W-T-F And I be like damn what the f** is next? Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks, yeah [Chorus]