Politics of the Youth

[Intro] Ugh...sometimes, I get tired of all this teenage crap, but... I know after 2016, none of it will matter But it's during it, that you deal with all this stuff that's going on with the youth I mean...there's a whole...so much stuff you have to worry... But then, there's all this stuff about image and...it's hard to keep up...you want to keep up with the times and shit But it's harder than it looks... [Chorus] (2x) The young have self-destructive tendencies The kids are doing the work of our enemies [Verse 1] Before Derell's cranium burst in a blaze of glory He was a horny teen living in the 2nd story Of a crowded apartment down in Kensington The suicidal thoughts were shit he thought he'd never get Moved to my town, picked us as targets Only came home for the Reading Terminal Market Pants hanging 'round his ass at the local gogo Wantin' to bone vulnerable chicks in polos This kid disgusted me and all of my people Derell so desperately needed a church steeple Never turned to God to help lift up his soul Only concerned with coke, women, and gold And as I write my rhyme in this limitless scroll I thought of him in town- it caused my innards to fold And then his life fell apart and over the edge I already explained the story of his death But that's the politics... [Chorus] (4x) [Verse 2] I once knew a young white lady acting hardy Reppin' the ghetto youth and joining the Army However, the competitive spirit in her was hampered By her love habits and vehement anger Swigging on a big drink of {​​--------}​​ Slept with a wannabe kingpin who evaded a big sting Only to nearly overdose on loads of coke No- wait... it was {​​---}​​ that caused the bro to choke This female lied to cover his ass the hardest Despite being a respectable suburban starlet 'Cuz she dabbled in devilish substances Punch and spliffs for her sustenance Now her rap career's flopping extremely Thinkin' that the indie industry would be easy Now, to weave thru, she calls up her mates And drinks crisp {​​-------}​​ all of the day But that's the politics... [Chorus] (4x) [Verse 3] Teenage children, if they're willing and able Put the issues important to them on the table Looking in the mirror, shattering their reflection With the consumption of bud and alcohol ingestion Discussion of the opposite sex abounds Testosterone-fused boys bringing TECs around I can't preach, cause change is impossible It'll take angels to pass this obstacle We have adolescent ignoramuses That couldn't think of shit if they had brains in their anuses Not a single one willing to battle Not bringing beef unless they're shipping the cattle My peers have fallen into the abyss of nothing Dramatic- acting like they're Clips or something Self-destructive thoughts are peelin' our crew Our own colleagues are slowly killin' the youth But that's the politics, bomboclat... [Chorus] (8x)