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Genius - Drama

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Talkin bout drama



I met a young brother, how young about eight

He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight

I greeted him, and struck a conversation

To see if the youngster had some self-motivation

Peace brother, whats your name, and how ya be

He said I be soon coming off the currency

I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my mans brother

Who has a condo he shares with his babys mother

He said a condo beats my apartment

With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent

No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats

Thatll eat up the average alleycat

He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, thats poverty

I said word, I know and it bothers me

Cuz we are the victims, of a situation

How wicked man, seperated

A nation and got us cold-killin off one another

(word-word, to the mother)

Its getting hot, how hot, hotter than july

Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high

For example, in my neighborhood, its so hot

Im often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot

So Im thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap

Could this be the place marked x on the map?

Now Im spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery

So I start to seek for a better salary

So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area

Cause everyday youre getting scarier

*blam blam* and scarier and scarier

Causing mass hysteria, its drama

Talkin bout drama



Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless

Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list

From not having shelter, and out on the street

Without a job and days without a bite to eat

Yo I feel for those, but heres another side

About some more people thats living on the outside

Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way

And it took em on a trip for a long day

Got to the point you started stealing from your house

Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse

Your familys upset and youve got to go

When its, five, below and were ex-pecting snow

And then youre on the train with a cup in your hand

Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand

Then after you run that game for a while

You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile

Are you that desperate, just to get a hit

Is it so effective that you wont quit, and yo

Why do you come to me crying the blues?

About you cant get a job well go sell some street news

Then you can get straight and be real

But youd rather rob and steal

And thats drama

Talkin bout drama

Not wonderama

But Im talkin bout drama

Here what Im sayin?

Im not talkin bout your mama

Nahhhh, but Im talkin bout drama



Shaolin fist versus the llama

Talkin bout drama

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