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The 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, what`s your name, and how ya be
He said I be soon coming off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man`s brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby`s 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
That`ll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that`s 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)
It`s getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
For example, in my neighborhood, it`s so hot
I`m often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
So I`m thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked X on the map?
Now I`m 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 you`re getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it`s 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 here`s another side
about some more people that`s 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 family`s upset and you`ve got to go
When it`s, five, below and we`re ex-pecting snow
And then you`re 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 won`t quit, and yo
Why do you come to me crying the blues?
About you can`t get a job well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you`d rather rob and steal
And that`s drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But I`m talkin bout drama
Here what I`m sayin?
I`m not talkin bout your mama
Nahhhh, but I`m talkin bout drama

Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama

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