Tragedy Khadafi - Street Life - 1463085 lyrics

A baby has a baby and she's wonderin how and Gotta take care of a newborn child and All alone because the fathers out whilin No time for school, she dropped that lesson I guess you can say, the schools out of the question Moms flipped at her, put the girl on the street and Huntin the baby, ain't got sh** too eat and No one's around when the chips is down and Poor baby's father, nowhere too be found and Ran the game that all guys ain't the same Left her with a baby for a b**h with no brain Can't take stress, so she picks up the pipe High in front of the kid.now that ain't right Saying too herself, one day she'll quit But it's day after day, and hit after hit Met a crack-head who claimed that he loved her Just another trick-slick full of game-brother Pipe got her hyped, coke took her mind Had her on the corner, playing hooker at no time Another good sister straight down the train and Another poor child full of sorrow and pain After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth And the truth is, god on a white horse Riding inside you, over you, under you Everything living is dying After the dying is a routing After the routing ? Every black man wants money and fame and This black man gets in the drug game and Hustle with the muscle, collectin endz Drivin up town, in a kidded up Benz Crazy money, with the cash non-stoppin Too the hooker turns, and more "to needle poppin" Went through the vein, and up to the brain and Now he's a victim, caught in the game Used to weight, two fifty, man he was a threat Now he don't even weight forty pounds, wet Back in the days the kids were all on him Now they got big, sending pit bulls on him The HIV gave him AID Now he's history, in the cemetery Rollin strong and had it going on and But now, the money and the girls is gone and He's buried in the dirt.Boy does that hurt Reach out (Scratching).Reach out for me baby A Kid named Peace on the block-in (Peace God) Wants to be a hard rock, starts hard rockin Doing crime, no one could ever stop him Even old friends on the block ? He was well known for his robbin and stickin Kept a fat 9 with the big fat clip in Thought he was fly-in, no one would ever try him 'Till one day he robbed the wrong guy and Hot summer day-in, kids were out play-in Cars rolled by and the bullets started spray-in Went through the west and hit him in the chest and Rest in peace, cuz peace is now restin That's how it is when your living in the city and Everybody says it's just such a pity and Always wondered why, the man didn't learn his lesson I strive to survive and live life as a blessin After Allah, after Jehovah, after the Guru, lies the truth And the truth is, god on a white horse Riding inside you, over you, under you Everything living is dying After the dying is a routing After the routing? But thou shall not now it, for thou shall be dead