Dusty Crates - Kidz is ill out here... Kidz is ill out here, youngins shooting- back at the policechildren gets recruited in.. gangs built by og's13 year olds bang and do cokedeals, man they got no dreamssittin on the benches in the yard and just smoke trees..Lookin up to Black Cobra or Bandidos, no idealsexcept Al Pacino in Scarface and Robert de Niro in CasinoWith a I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude, like ey, I had it dukethe type of motherfucker who would just snap at youcrack a brew in your head and then then laugh at youA menace to society, nasty dude, smack you black and bluePeer-pressure by his crew like it's was sumthin he had to doHe's scared inside dough, fronting like his rough as a tigerClaiming he could crush iron and that he is tough as a lionKidz is ill out here, cutting the water slang and throwin stonesThey refuse to stop till they own the throneWhat the fuck is going on; as I'm watching my city burnSome think it's what it deserves while some is concernedI'm spittin realer words than what you hear in churchYou don't have to touch the screen to feel this verseKidz is ill out here, sellin pills in my neigerboorhoodThey pisspore, somehow the gots to make their lootNot everybody is hustlin though but still gets labled crooksJust cause they live where they live they get placed in jugsIt's Dusty Crates and I'm back to report the seamy sideRosetown is in flames overthere - can you see the light?