Gangsta Madness

Hey, listen up and let a real man speak!

I'm 55 years old

I got one son in here

Two more in federal prison (teacher)

I've had nine Grandchildren

Three shot by police

(Come on, teach on, teach on, put it up there)

Freedom bell rang four days ago

But I bent my back over this broom for so long

Until I didn't know no better than to keep a hold of it

(Teach on that broom, teach on that broom, come on)

If they won't let you live like men

You can sure as hell die like men

Someday we all gotta go

But we never know

When we all gotta go

Sometimes I all know when we gonna' go

But we never know when we all gotta' go

You see gangsta madness

Ain't it kinda sad

We all been caught up in this drama

Little children thou are mama's are

Holding up on to some hard times chillin'

Bang's of a drive-by

To the oldest son dope dealing

Is he crooked with the wrong clique

Or is there any bringing? home from the goverment

Most of the time it don't matter

Pushers see to real butt naked what?

As he make the block scatter

Another came through

He said we always got a funeral to go to

I realized a long time ago

I couldn't accept death to the dome

Til it hit me close to home

But we suppose to pick up the pieces

Act like it didn't happen

And wait for the next hood cappin'

So Uncle Sam put us through the sadness

As we relate to these folks

And this gangsta madness

What goes up

Must come down

We both all the same

Living in this world is a give or take

I'm only human so I make mistakes

Things will never change

You know they got me trapped

Thinking every second I'mma snap

Cause I'd be dead or in jail if I couldn't rap

Yeah, I'd never knew what was worse

To die first or see one of my people die before me

Yeah, coming up as a black in the U.S

Ever you pass the test or you get put to rest

Cause six slugs hit my nigga point blank

He told it like a G though

So he came out like a hero

The good lord must of let death past

Cause I don't know to many niggas

Who would survive that blast, yeah

And I ain't got love for no jackers

Cause ya taking from a nigga like a cracker, yeah

You didn't get rich you sorry little bitch

And the homie kam?

Rest in peace over some ol' bullshit

Life packs a toll on a youngster nowadays

Cause we all got one foot in the grave

Cause see mister postman

Got laid off yesterday

Now he's kind of mad and he's about to spray

It's kinda sad he got pushed too the point of no return

And twenty people died over a goverment cut back, yeah

Uncle Sam you'll be the pimp

And don't be the ho

So when you gotta go

You gotta go, yeah

Uhh yeah, right about now

I wanna give props to all those who worked on the album, yeah

All the people across the world who bought the album, yeah

I wanna give a props to all the people who rest in peace an all

So bear with me