Drama

[Intro: RZA]

I wanna dedicate this song

to the young god, Kareem

The Genius... Digi...

Sing it 'em to real quick, yo

[Chorus: Thea]

Like to keep my head up to the sky

And ask myself, why,

it has to be this way

I'd like to live my life in peace

And have, not to worry about

All the drama, I can't take

Cuz we strive for luxury

And try to feed our families

It always seems that someone seen our way

I'd like to live my life in peace

And have, not to worry about

All the drama, I can't take

[RZA (Monk)]

I met a young brother, about 28

Who 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?

How you be?

(I'm Rugged Monk

and I'm all about the currency)

You mean gettin' paid?

[Monk (RZA)]

Yeah like my man's brother

Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother

You know a condo beats my apartment

With no lights, no gas and backed up rent

No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats

That'll eat up the average alley cat

(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like)

Word O.G. that bothers me

Plus I'm about to be a new father, G

(We need to wise up and change the hood policy)

[Chorus]

[RZA (Monk) {both}]

Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?

Why you not out there trying to make your own plan?

See we are a victim, of a situation

Where a wicked man, separated the nation

And got us killin' off one another

Black on black, they pit brother on brother

It's gettin' hot, hotter than July

See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky

(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot

I'm often woke up,

from the alarming sounding of a shot,

so I'm thinking what)

Is your neighborhood a trap?

{Could this be the place marked X on the map?}

(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery

So I strive to seek for a better salary

So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area

{Cuz everyday it gets scarier}

[Chorus]