dust - people
this lady I know..
she can't feed her kids cause she needs a fix
so she leaves the crib to see the dealer
they don't eat a thing, she gots to meet him quick
feindin, sick, strong out, arms needle pricked
your usual addict, abusin this smack shit
only thing in their mind is like who got the package?
as I roam the city I'm walkin by a bar..
an effortless alcaholic reflected in the window,
probably neglected by his kin folks
sittin, drinkin the bottle..
just livin his motto, whisin he be hittin the lotto
no future no worries, never think of tomorrow
cause he knows.. it only bringin us sorrow
I see the new generation..
standin by the cornerstore harassin the local whores
damn, time moves fast
kinda remind me of, a youth's past
seein little kids I knew growin up bein just like me
like "fuck that shiie... let's puff that weed"
hangin 'round without sumthin to do, up to no good
same shit different stage, got nuthin to loose
but when your older; it hits you like a smack in the face
"why couldn't I act different back in the days"
it's on, from daytime to late nights
the city is me and I am the city
in an enviroment that don't listen to crying or pity
fuck 50 cents, to many dying tryina get it
everybody wanna be tony and rise to the limit
but not everybody gets to stay alive in the buissnes
so this lady I know.. stands there, waitin for dope
even though.. he should've came ages ago
but as soon as he's on place then it's onn
handshake, drugs traded for dough in the same motion
.. it's time to fire up and the kids still hungry
your average blue scholar, gotta go to work
gotta.. jump on the treadmill or the globe won't turn
.. punchin the clock and put his lunch in a box
smilin fake pretendin to be sumthin he's not
same shit different day, no suprises
open ya eyes cause there's more to life than
stressin for cash, even though I know
the landlord probably sweatin your ass
the system is foul, I hope your listening now
cause this is the sound of the revolution
A doctor in Iraq, doing fine in his land
pickin up customers here.. driving a cab
I'm the eyes of the streets, my
shit is like the holy scriptures in a motion picture
have you finding it deep
feelin like the coldest winter in the rhymes that I speak
I don't wanna come off as I'm old and bitter
I'm just spitin about this pain that's growing bigger
I stay drunk and blunted every night in the week
and analyze these situations right when they meet