Tell Them What's Going On

Inside the ghetto you see kids with no shirts or shoes

And no sweaters, and life is kinda cold,

Little kids withdirty pampers and a God damn runny nose

And moms never home, never really had a da

Now what really going on? , now what should I do?

My little brothers stomach growling in the God damn rich do

Searching in the box for something to eat

Knowing there ain't gon be a God damn thing in there g

In the middle of the night it get strange

Sister baby keep crying they want milk man

But she don't give a damn

She's out tricking for a hit don't give a fuck bout little sam

And all night long the neighbors fussing my ear to the wall

He beats us up and 2 hours later come the police

Instead of helping honey rather fuck with me

Its truly on the wall, want my eyes deep

Now what's really going on g?

Man this police fatality gotta stop ma

Cause brother ain't going out like rodney king no more

Little sammy grew up to be the neighborhood dope dealer,

Big wheeler, cap peeler, never gave a damn bout another life

Going to jail cause sam was just another night

Money and dope was a trade

But not enough money to save this motherfuck's age

Mama did sam like change

Started ganking his own people like in the dope game

And I better run out to a quarter

That little sam won't live to see tomorrow

And the government really don't gives a damn

Cause every neighborhood you find a fucking sam

Its some little kid with no pride

But not enough education to survive

A lotta people in it to win

Don't a damn about the lives they lose in the system

It's a shame, black politics and government

Damn, uncle sam, so we retaliate,

So who are you going to judge when we all make mistakes

So I just move on

You can't stop a nigga from writting a bout it in a song

And I ain't the one to get fucked

In other words you mess with p it's like pressing your luck

And I'm getting paid,

And I ain't gon let you treat every damn black man like a slave

And if you do your wrong, now what really going on