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Kids In Da PJ's

 

Kids In Da PJ's


To the kids in the PJs
Ghetto children I know it ain't easy
Ya'll wanting millions
Sunshine turns to rain
It's ghetto pain
When a one time raise
Sometimes the young is slain

To the kids in the PJs black babies
Brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of the Nile
Future lifestyle looks hazey
Dreams to drive a Mercedes
With a pile of ladies

Third grade singing star spangled banner
Using proper manners
Learnt to handle anger animal behavior
Later on my block rocking with my jocks on
Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn
Humming a KISS rock song
Socks long to my knees
Summer breeze running through the leaves playing freeze tag
Can I stay out please dad
Can I hang out with my little gang out
Hearing shots rang out
Heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs run up stairs
Take a bath shit stained underwear
Wipe yourself with paper bad
Little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate
Ate dinner up late
Gazing at the wall praying basketball
Was my future for this young one
Hooping in the sun
Proud to be where I come from
Later shooting guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood days
But things ain't changed

To the kids in the PJs
Ghetto children I know it ain't easy
Ya'll wanting millions
Sunshine turns to rain
It's ghetto pain
When a one time raise
Sometimes the young is slain

In my hood niggas smoke wood
Nothing is good
Look at my eyes and see what I could
Living my life and feel what I felt
The hand that I was dealt
Drama that my uncle Shabazz had
I was a little lad
Niggas shooting through my Grams window shattering glass
Had the chicken pox
On that toy horse that rocks
My moms grabbed me down to safety
Everybody in the crib was going crazy
That was in the 80s
And now I'm 17
Money cash dreams
Niggas be slave
I be brave spit like AKs and SKs
Close range niggas see brains
Millennium Thug's the name
But now it's slash cocaine
Blast niggas in vain
Snatch yo' chain
Cherish the life
My niggas got a fetish for ice
Turn out the lights
I bust so I could spar up the night
Uniting the pipes
Queensbridge niggas is sheist
Need no price body y'all dudes on spite
Who knew I would of spazzed out
Little Nayshawn owner of the crack house
Get my papes on
Tired of 'friderators all the steaks gone

Now picture this shit
With six Aunts five Uncles
Thugging a double apartment out
Kids, cousins, and brothers
There I go in the pamper by the radiator
Cursing eating first
Little nigga with a appetite that got worst
Firs day of school ten man cliq
All I'm learning is how to extort shit
'Cause class I forefeet
Graduated on another level
Selling birds busting birds
Fuck with the herbs
Never we fuck up the herbs
Make 'em pay like you
Stick 'em up get down
Since ten was taught to turn 'em around
Rip they pockets out
Bust two the way they run
I ain't give a fuck that's how I was
I was young

To the kids in the PJs
Ghetto children I know it ain't easy
Ya'll wanting millions
Sunshine turns to rain
It's ghetto pain
When a one time raise
Sometimes the young is slain

Horse was born as a brave child
Big for my size
A bully to little guys
With chocolate miks and apple pies
The playground was mine
I stayed scarred up all the time
From shopping carts flipping
Now we race to the finish line
Hated playing cooties 'cause that shit
Wasn't fun all the honey's say I'm it
Then they little ass run
I was sweared to put a hickey on the ones
That I caught
I was a nasty little nigga I learned to hump before I walk
Kept a sling shot on my side to shoot
Squirrels and cats
Wanted to be Captain America with the
Shield and the hat I started getting older fell
More in love with the streets
Infatuated by the ropes and the shiny
Gold teeth I was to big to break dance
Fuck spinning on my back
My role models now run numbers and sell
Crack this project child blessed
Chasing ghetto success
He needs a name for himself
To get the same respect

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