(Video Description: Shooting craps... Mac Mall talks hella shit... wins the craps game and looser gets angry and shoots him dead]Hey living these days ain’t no jokeFiends they smoke and every young brother sells cokeAnd if not they affiliated with the gameIt ain’t like the old days in ’93 thangs changedA young brotha might blast ya if he has toAnd a punk won’t last aSecond in the place where I’m living atCause everybody and they momma’s pack gatsSome pack these Tech-9s and might live fineBut a [?...] boy keeps thangs straightCause it ain’t nothing like suburbiaCause in the hood a young soldier might murder yaIts kind of sick when you’re watching your partner get killedStraight [?...] off the earth dying over turfThat the other man owns but us youngsters don’t know thisWe killing one another just to show who the dopestWhile us brothas is capping the ‘blue eyed devil’ is laughingAnd my cuddies is dying man I wonder what happenedTo the peace and togetherness ‘black fists’ raised in the airBut us youngsters don’t careSo I wonder partner ‘is unity a dream?’So kick back to my ghetto themeAnd it goes like thisBack in the days I never tripped but then I noticedThat people were my color were coming up the shortestLife ain’t cool for a young soldier stuck on the streetsHe got ‘mail’ on his mind plus a ‘nine’ and fools talk about peaceAll he wants is his piece of the pieCan’t get no ‘9-to-5’ so on the streets he got to striveAnd do what he got to do to get his money onSo don’t trip when you see him with the cellular phoneCause that’s the way that he’s pimping the systemStrictly coming up with all the fools against himDealing with the mass confusionAnd drive by shootingsBut in the ghetto its an everyday thang thouWithout togetherness things ain’t gone change thouI was told to keep my ‘eyes-on-the-prize’ but I can’tSo I hind behind the dank and the drankTo camouflage all my painSince our vision is blurry we don’t know this maineWe need to come together on these inner city streetsCause if we don’t we all going to be deceasedPeep the ghetto themeIn ’93 it ain’t the government mind tricksIt’s young brotha’s with the gats and the clipsThat’s quick to click and shootFor practically nothingBecause these brotha’s these days man have no patienceSchool ain’t cool when you’re learning about the slave daysAnd all the presidents making all them slave tradesYou should see you’re turning the future into the past[?...] folks pass a brother going to blastOn another damn I thought we smarter than thatBut it seems without the gats we ain’t even all thatPlus some fools with a sag in our pantsWe need to put the nine’s down and let our minds advanceYoung sister yeah she’s a pregnant-free teenBut she don’t know that once she was a queen and her man was a kingNow her man sells dope on the avenueI know its true but this is what they push us toBrotha’s man we have way too much hateWe might be from different states but we all from the same placeTimes is hard but they ain’t hard as it seemsAll I do is say ‘peace’And kick my ghetto themeJust letting yall knowYall brotha’s in ‘the Bay’Man we got to get it togetherSo [?...] let them know...
