How to
Maybe if his mama gave a damn,
he would have more sense.
If his daddy didn't leave him,
he wouldn't depend on the streets
to teach him
how to be man.
how to fight
how to sag his pants
how to sell dope
how to pimp hoes
how to slap his babymama
how to represent his set
how to hold a gun
how to use profane language
how to put fear in my heart
how to be a real nigga
how to tell lies
how to hurt his grandmother
how to have 3 kids by 21
how to act tough
how to get sloppy drunk
how to tie a du-rag
how to flaunt his chain
how to forget his talent
how to trust his "brothers"
how to walk with a dip
how to live like a king
how to be a King
how to wear it on his sleeve
how to stand on a corner
how to stay there all night
how to fuck the police
how to fuck the world
how to hate himself
'Cause if he loved himself,
he would see what I saw:
Tears running down my granny's
face
when any other time she'd be so
strong
Now she sat.
crippled, helpless, guilty.
I played the Blame Game in my
head
But it didn't matter,
who was responsible
why it happened
what he had done.
An unnamed bullet flew through
the window in the middle of the
night,
missing my head by 2 inches.
The Vice Lords wanted revenge.
My cousin wanted love.
My granny wanted peace.
But I just wanted it to end