What’s Going On

Lyrics

[Verse 1: K.A. the Verbal Shogun] I'm from where life Ain't taken for granted. Won't make it if you panic, crimes Committed run the gamut. I'm from the wrong side of the tracks South of Atlantic, niggas hustle or become mechanic Every summer, I wonder why another of my mans vanished Can't manage, moms found out and ran frantic One detail: couldn't tell her he got set up by these females Found him on the tree hanging by these three nails Where did we fail? Kids don't know the poem "Sally Sells Seashells" But they know when Daddy call from the cell, he need bail So tonight, they pull their belt tight 'cause most like Won't eat well. Holidays ain't fun Kids gotta dream. Every Halloween, block's A homicide scene, Eastern Christmas release the misfits Streets are listless, full of these drama-wild teens Mobsters deal in the projects, the monsters real Not the Loch Ness, crack merchants from the black churches Trying to get their Glock blessed, everywhere liquor stores Niggas licking fours, hit the floors. That beautiful comb I'll catch you while you're glued to your phone, two in your dome Four days later, we at the funeral home [Verse 2: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)] Yo, whatever happened to a kiss and a hug? Bowl of oatmeal, Swiss Miss in a mug. You got kids Identifying who addicted to drugs No positive role models, just chicken and thugs His nine with the rubber grip, who he gon' hit with the slugs Her mind on money grip, who she gon' hit at the club. Wow Look how the world done turned so foul, child Runs and prowls, happy that they're learning their vowels, ma (A, E, I, O, U) And, sometimes, "Why You bothering me with that homework while I'm trying to get high?" This is how an ignorant parent choose to reply That's the reason why they don't care whether they live or die, so I Been writing things uplifting, enlighten those that are Dazed in the dark to the ways of the smart Get it back the way kids could play safe in the park. You're not Ready for that, you cats still intrigued by the gat How a 40-50 holds inside the fist in your back. Instead of Sticking for quotes, y'all need to sticker my notes And refer back before you pull the gat that you tote