Teens
Teenagers are messed up
Sniffing stuff up
Wearing their pants low
Walking so slow
Carrying a gun
He hopes for a hit and run
But some kids are good
Not all are from the hood
Some like to have a son
‘Stead of dying like one
Trying for the peace
That isn’t a gun
The caskets eatin’
Those who were beaten
The gangs are tough
It’s getting kinda rough
But not all kids are bad
Most have a dad
Committing triple homicide
Then a double suicide
Don’t want to live
Rather die than give
But some kids behave
Not treated like a slave
they walk with swag
Carrying not a bag
For the old lady
Even down in Haiti
But not every kid is dumb
Most are brighter than their thumb
Teenagers are messed up
Sniffing stuff up
Wearing their pants low
Walking so slow
Carrying a gun
He hopes for a hit and run
But some kids are good
Not all are from the hood
Some like to have a son
‘Stead of dying like one
Trying for the peace
That isn’t a gun
The caskets eatin’
Those who were beaten
The gangs are tough
It’s getting kinda rough
But not all kids are bad
Most have a dad
Committing triple homicide
Then a double suicide
Don’t want to live
Rather die than give
But some kids behave
Not treated like a slave
they walk with swag
Carrying not a bag
For the old lady
Even down in Haiti
But not every kid is dumb
Most are brighter than their thumb