Acts Of Violence

Written: 8/27/92
copyright 1992 Demented Thinking Productions

Acts of Violence

'ey essay, what up?
'ey homes.
You got the shit homes?
Yeah, you know I'm down for it homes.

(car tires squealing, gunfire rings out)

Do you think that beating unsuspecting people down in the streets makes you hot shit?
Racial prejudice, careless murders, drive-by shootings and brutality makes me sick
Relentless killings, sprays of bullets, cries out in the blackened hate of night
Blood shed, cocaine wars, living and dying for colors, robbing innocence of it's sight.

(chorus)

Are ya down for it, homeboy?
Just a gang invented ploy
Acts of violence
Are ya down for it, homeboy?
A gang-banging puppeted toy
Acts of violence.

You think you're so fucking cool
You think your flimsy gang rules
You're played for an ignorant fool.

You think you've got life made
Let's face it a spade is a spade
Headin' for the big time, watching your life fade.

Do you even care about life, or is your skin thick because you're O.G. and beyond reality?
You're wasting away in alcohol, drugs, confusion, false witness and unbridled greed
Open your eyes and see the grief, pain and suffering you have willingly and knowingly put upon others
Were you born completely psychotic, anti-social, and insubordinate, or do you just hate your mothers?

(repeat chorus)

Do you have the capacity to feel?
Are you for fucking real?
Why do you have to kill?

Look deep into the blue sky
And find the answers why
There you'll find your ultimate high.

(repeat chorus)

Acts of violence