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The Hunted Child

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Жанры : hip-hop gangsta rap rap hip hop west coast rap

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[Verse 1]

(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to
the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)

No jokin`, I`m sleepin` with my eyes open
Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun`s still smokin`
Didn`t know what I was doin` but did it anyway
Now the posse`s on my trail, they say I`m gonna pay (Run!)
I had a gun, it`s mine and I packed it
Out with my crew, the boys caught some static
Me and this sucker punk went at it
Bang! Nine automatic

Hunted Child
I`m the Hunted Child

[Verse 2]

(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central
Los Angeles)

Now I`m on a hideout tip cos they`re after me
LAPD says they`re gonna capture me
Was I crazy? I guess I had to be
Cos once you kill it`s instant catastrophe
Your whole life is over (Through!)
Forget about your girl your (Crew!)
Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?
Be glad it`s me, homeboy, and not you

The Hunted Child
I`m the Hunted Child
Hunted Child
I`m the Hunted Child

[Verse 3]

I`m only 17, I didn`t mean to kill, man
But I was slangin` and bangin` for the thrill, man
When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man
But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man
My homeboys dipped out the back fast
Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast
Everybody saw my face, I didn`t wear a mask
You wanna know my name? Just ask

The Hunted Child
I`m the Hunted Child
Hunted Child
I`m the Hunted Child

(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets
today with the `ends justifying the means` mentality ain`t happenin`)

[Verse 4]

I`m sweatin` heavy cos my face is on TV
Everybody in this whole world`s after me
Since I was young I never had a damned thing
At Christmas time I`d hate to hear the bells ring
Cos in the ghetto Santa ain`t got a dime
Your mother`s standin` in the welfare line
The way the youth survive is crime
My life is over so I might as well speak my mind
I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill
Cos what I call home you call hell
My ghetto quarters ain`t no better than a jail cell
But there`s a message in this story that I`m tryna tell
We`re just brothers on the streets killin` brothers
This system has us geared to kill one another
Sellin` dope to poison each other
The plan of The Man, word to the mother
But I`m a sucker cos I fell into their plan
187, I killed a brother man
My life on Earth was hell, you understand?
But when I die I`m goin` to hell again

I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child The
Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

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