Ice T - The Hunted Child
Verse 1 (today in los angeles another youth loses his life. gunshot wound to The head. street violence is at an all-time high) No jokin, Im sleepin with my eyes open Wanted for a homicide ride, the guns still smokin Didnt know what I was doin but did it anyway Now the posses on my trail, they say Im gonna pay (run!) I had a gun, its mine and I packed it Out with my crew, the boys caught some static Me and this sucker punk went at it Bang! nine automatic Hunted child Im the hunted child Verse 2 (sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in south-central Los angeles) Now Im on a hideout tip cos theyre after me Lapd says theyre gonna capture me Was I crazy? I guess I had to be Cos once you kill its instant catastrophe Your whole life is over (through!) Forget about your girl your (crew!) Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do? Be glad its me, homeboy, and not you The hunted child Im the hunted child Hunted child Im the hunted child Verse 3 Im only 17, I didnt mean to kill, man But I was slangin and bangin for the thrill, man When they said (kill!) I felt chill, man But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man My homeboys dipped out the back fast Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast Everybody saw my face, I didnt wear a mask You wanna know my name? just ask The hunted child Im the hunted child Hunted child Im the hunted child (the science of capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets Today with the ends justifying the means mentality aint happenin) Verse 4 Im sweatin heavy cos my face is on tv Everybody in this whole worlds after me Since I was young I never had a damned thing At christmas time Id hate to hear the bells ring Cos in the ghetto santa aint got a dime Your mothers standin in the welfare line The way the youth survive is crime My life is over so I might as well speak my mind I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill Cos what I call home you call hell My ghetto quarters aint no better than a jail cell But theres a message in this story that Im tryna tell Were just brothers on the streets killin brothers This system has us geared to kill one another Sellin dope to poison each other The plan of the man, word to the mother But Im a sucker cos I fell into their plan 187, I killed a brother man My life on earth was hell, you understand? But when I die Im goin to hell again Im the hunted child Im the hunted child Im the hunted child the Hunted child Im the hunted child Im the hunted child
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