Children

[Intro: Pete Rock & Styles P]

These lil niggas is crazy

What the f...

This our future

It's about the children, man

Damn, ayo P

I pray to God for them kids, man

No doubt, man, for real

Wherever they at

Real talk, it's real out here

Come on

[Verse 1: Styles P]

(Children) in the hood seem to die at a young age

Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday

All they talk about is money and gun play (that's all)

Only light they getting is the one from the sunrays (no light)

No light bulb, bright idea

Shame when kill that nigga's the right idea (shame)

Like a nigga lose his life every night out here (every night)

Kina hot but they talk about ice out here (it's hot out here)

(Children) It's all on some ill shit (ill shit)

12 to 19, already done kill shit (soldiers)

All of them is numb, don't none of them feel shit (don't feel shit)

It's just like a war zone, that's on some real shit (it's real, homie)

Homie, this is O.G. talk, blow O.G. (O.G.) kush, keep an O.G. (O.G.) cough

In a lowkey V, shakin' police off (Shake 'em off)

Don't engage with your enemy, you know he soft, what up (you hear me)

(Children) It's all missing the roof off (missing)

Lil niggas is hard they don't know how a school look (they hard)

They know how a sucker or a herb or a fool look (they seen that)

They know how a crack pack, dope or the tool look (they seen that)

Yeah, shit is real out here (It's real)

And blood is like oil how it spills out here (spilling)

If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here (don't chill out here)

The 9 mil, might pop a grill out here (it might)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

Some days and night I thank God I don't have no (Children)

Struggling hard and it's a hassle (Children)

Gotta teach them how to survive and win (Children)

The whole future of the world depends on (Children)

So I talk wise and speak clearly (Children)

But still sometimes they don't hear me (Children)

When I open my heart I catch a feeling (Children)

Cause the kids need hope, they need healing

The children

[Verse 2: Styles P]

In the burbs, play video games (games)

Imitate wack rappers and the video themes (brainwashed)

Playstation, Xbox, Laptops, Desktops (damn)

I be asking myself when will this mess stop (when will it stop)

Snotty little niggas is too rude (too rude)

All I know is Google and YouTube is making it easy (shit's easy)

With nothing realistic you can see on the TV (nothing)

But they call this reality show (yeah)

Something, make them gradually grow (stunting their growth)

Make them lazy, it's so crazy (so crazy)

Me I stay hazy, always keep a dutch steamed

Cause they ain't even make it no bunge, the shit is touch screen (damn)

And they don't talk they text (huh)

LOL, WTF

And I be like damn what the fuck is next

Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks (yeah)

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]

Some days and night I thank God I don't have no (Children)

Struggling hard and it's a hassle (Children)

Gotta teach them how to survive and win (Children)

The whole future of the world depends on (Children)

So I talk wise and speak clearly (Children)

But still sometimes they don't hear me (Children)

When I open my heart I catch a feeling (Children)

Cause the kids need hope, they need healing

The children