So What

[Opening skit] FREEZE, POLICE!! (What are you doing?!) On the floor, ON THE FLOOR NOW {On your stomach, get on your stomach, on your stomach!} {ON YOUR STOMACH!} {*gunshots*} [Paris] Yo... They got up out the squad car Jaws hard, jarheads, they want us all dead Walkin up to the door, they all saw red It's one local detective, the rest is all feds Kick the do' down, ripped the whole house up Grandmomma asked what's wrong and got her mouth cut The lead fed grabbed her by the throat, threw her up against the wall And told her they won't leave without drugs With no just cause, just cause Had her tied up in her own closet wearin just drawers Pants down, standin 'round sweatin and laughin And high-fivin each other like - that's what's up dawg! Until a blizzard of bullets blew some nuts off One by one they run but got gunned off Her grandson was only five but he saw the whole thang from the stairs And managed to make the gun cough [Hook] These streets can only see so much until they say SO WHAT Let the police cars blow up, it won't be long 'til the ghetto Can only take so much, of the blame gettin thrown on us And politicians bodies go numb, from going dumb - SO WHAT? [Paris] Yeah, another visit from the social worker She know her kids ain't supposed to know this dope and murder He know her kids ain't supposed to notice dope and murder So he let her keep 'em in exchange for some social service And every week's the same, he gets so nervous They snort coke, then she let him hit it 'til it hurt it Typically, that's the end of the date She swallows his pride, the kids can stay She ain't mentioned he the reason why the baby in her stomach got her tummy out When she did, he froze up and dummied out Took her food stamps, put him in his book Walked away then she screamed out 'Hey' and caught a left hook That's when the hollow tip hot one let his chest cook Shortened every breath took; her young son Mean muggin handcuffed as they took him away Said "Momma you gon' be okay, so what~?!" [Hook] [Paris] She was a proud mom, a G.I. Joe mom Couldn't see they lied for war, she was all for it Wavin flags, sportin tags with the yellow ribbons And when she said he was a hero know she really meant it 'Til somebody showed her proof of the ruse Took her to GuerrillaFunk dot com for the hard truth Showed the motive and the profiteering from the mission She got mad and wrote her congressman but he ain't listen So she prayed everyday that they Would pull the troops out the fray and they would be okay All she had was her faith 'til the day the news Came talkin 'bout that roadside bomb in Fallujah And even though she thought she'd been through the worst Mama walked into the closet, put the strap in her purse And went first to the door of her congressman's home Took his life 'fore takin her own, shoulda known [Hook] - repeat 2X