More Astute

The cry of a desperate mother, Daddy is at his wit's end

Granny don't know what to do with her kid's kids

Ritalin is failing him, tenth grade he failing it

Youth pastor bailing on him, teachers can't riddle him

Po-po can't find him, out with his cousins

Same streets that his tios and primos got killed in, hustling is built in.

To whom is he listening?

Not you! Lost all control of what influences him

Got his eye on her, her, and many miniskirts

Desperate for attention and showing them curves' works

Sent her to live with Auntie, she stay in the burbs

But her BFF is finna start workin' them curbs

What we call underage, pimps call them "early"

How you gon' compete? You barely making ends meet

This is where we come in, spittin' the truth and then

Sneak in they iPods, wait for the change and then

In a time when crime is glorified as if

Killing your own kind could get you deified

Or at least immortalized in monuments

Made of graffiti, the highest honor the hood could receive

When the foundation's destroyed and hearts of men are cold

And leaders are dropping like flies, look in my eyes

See the determination, muster up the bravery

Get tired of the sideline, the scrimmage line, homie