You Are Just A Baby Thug
Listen closely Young People, for you’re just a Baby Thug,
And you can Die Hard on the Yard, not only by a Stray Slug.
For you’re just a Baby Thug, out on the Set Selling Drugs,
But you Need to be in School, that’s the Unknown Ghetto Rule.
Listen to this Mystery, it’s in Hood Prophecy,
Young G’s at the Graveyard, Read the Autopsy.
Go out into the Grain, if you Feel that Street Pain,
& Show me where they Lay, all because of Cocaine.
How many Cut Down, Living in the Fast Lane,
Only God knows the Count, Subject: Died in the Dope Gang.
I saw a Number, without a Count of Toe Tags,
Soldiers Dying for their Set, Ghetto Hood Body Bags.
And if you Hear me Clearly, Go out & Show some Real Love,
For how many more to Die, Lord, Please Help The Baby Thug.
We Need to Reach Out to make a Difference in another persons Life.
