can't wait to get from momma house
Hopped off the porch,
old enough for some drama now
Pistol in his pocket,
barely strong enough to cock it
But he ain't scared to pop it,
got a heart like Colossus
Momma ain't home,
dad ain't locked down
Still his gold chain swing,
pants sacked down
He be clean, fresh Caesar,
new jeans, new sneakers
Middle finger to his teachers,
a rebellious young genius
Lil' Bobby Hutton, 09 version,
ready to touch somethin'
No matter what,
determined to make his life
worth somethin'
Keepin' it gangster,
cause the young black male is in danger
One slip, I'll hit his crackers or hang ya
Only the strong survive,
no choice, you gotta ride
Young and aged,
but your mind is wise
Walkin' strong with a king touch,
struttin' your stride
Black pride, and I'm young,
hungry, born to survive
Don't collide with them
Yeah, I hear all that righteous shit you talkin',
man, fuck that I gotta get out here
and get this money, man
My daughter's feet grow every day
I'm broke out here,
ain't nobody givin' me no jobs
I gotta get it one way or another
Lil' child, Lil' child, run it wild, run it wild
Lil' child, run it wild
Lil' child, Lil' run it wild
Lil' child, run it wild
Growing up in this world today
is not easy to do
Either you're choosing your path
or your path that you choose you
Lil' Kazi got big shoes to fill for his fam
He's so young it's hard
for him to understand
that he the man of the house
He know the time,
his mama work overtime
And his attitude
A million, a million, it's all nine
Go to school just to battle
MCs in the cafeteria
Fellas sleep in third period
To the theory that the president is black
So he should try to be that
Better yet, put a gat on your back
and go to Iraq
But he already done chose a side
Up on the five, people on me,
soldier rollin' for life
Mind sharp as I switch blade,
knife in his back pocket
Ain't no crack in his sock,
he got bigger dreams
And even more than money counting,
he ready to move mountains
The future Kwame and Krumah,
and he know it's a dirty job
But somebody gotta deal with him
Yo, you gotta feel me, man
Not a day goes by it ain't a shootout
My gun is all I got in these streets
I'm by myself, and when I need help
Only thing I can rely on is my gun gang
Little child, little child, little child, wild,
running wild, running wild
I love to see the homies clicked up,
fished up
Khakis on stack, bandana rack, twist up
Good pride, unified, G'd up
Ride or die, street tribes,
real soldiers don't die
We multiply
I love to see the homies clicked up,
fist up
Khakis on stack, bandana rack, twist up
Good pride, unified, G'd up
Ride or die, street tribes,
real soldiers don't die
We multiply
Little Joe
Run
it wild
You got people all around the world
nodding their heads
to what people are saying,
so when you're conscious of that,
then you know,
you can do more than just say,
this is a hustle,
I'm trying to make my bread,
that broad got a big ass,
come on, there's more important
I know you would stick to it every day.
Dead Prez
