Youth

I swear to God these future generations livin scary. Half the kids got guns, half got drugs, none got dictionaries How much are they trippin? (Very). Critical thinkin (varies) Their fuckin vision's glaring, hella prone to piffin Mary And little Gary's getting deafer with his system blaring Volume hits the very max yet motherfuckers listen barely Pencil flaring on the pen and pad I swear I'm gettin wary Cause the HYPE won't stop until it gets the final victim buried Literary wisdom rarely fits the page for eager reading So I bite my tongue until it looks as though my teeth are bleeding Creep inside your mind, and try to find yourself a deeper meaning Swallow hollow thoughts, you blindly follow where your feet are leading This what they sold to you This is what was told to you Cause this is what you're supposed to do? Stop - Who's controlling you? Tommy Prospect: What kind of generation am I livin in? What kind of kids are in these classes I be sittin in? These young children murderin and slaughterin At 14 years old, I've already seen alot of it These kids dont even have a pot for piss So they be walkin round talkin how they strapped and shit The shit I rap about gets wacker when I talk of it So you’ll never hear me speak about no guns again Violence and disobedience has plagued my peers Actin like adults- despite the lack of years... On this planet, and it saddens me to think about These kids be pickin up guns and they be sippin now Won't even pick up a book to save a life This just ain’t right, this just ain’t right Tunnel Vision Outro: Hook X2: Ayo I'm dope, smooth, I'm trill, I'm young blooded I know I'm hot, don't tell me I done done it You can bet that it's true if my fuckin tongue spun it Be easy dog, I'm keepin it one hunnit ---------------- Turn the volume in your motherfucking car up I make tracks for white kids that hang around at Starbucks I make tracks for black kids that never make it far 'nough Because the society that we live in keeps them barred up And man that's hard luck, but shit, we know the times are lethal And opportunity is risin for all kinds of people The strife is needed to establish a new type of freedom Fly the scene or fight with me and thrive inside the vinyl needle I don't need no prize on the other side of the rainbow And truly couldn't find a fuck to give as far as fame goes So fuck a bankroll, all I need is music and a dream to chase Keepin pace with antecedant greats until the needle breaks My eisel stays the same but my visions are always changing Engraving my initials to scriptures with the pen and paper If you're worried bout the world in the future becomming vacant All it takes is dedication and the youth is where you make it