Unsettled

Written: 5/25/95
Copyright Demented Thinking Productions  1998
Unsettled

Living in this world today
All we can do is pray
Streets are in chaos
Children are a loss.

State of kindred affairs
Confusion, no one cares
Contemplating our existence
Seeing the resistance.

(chorus)

Unsettled
Our world
Unsettled
Absurd

Gangs own the destitute land
Who's at fault? Man?
Bitching, complaining all we do
Control we need to pursue.

State of kindred affairs
Confusion, no one cares
Contemplating our existence
Seeing the resistance.

(chorus)-repeat #1 +

Unsettled
Life
Unsettled
Continued strife.

Existence

Existence
Copyright - 1/25/96

Chaos in the streets
As the deprived child sweats
Standing in the eye of the beholder
Being brave and never bolder.

Chaos in the cities
Gangland reigns children's lives
Live or die its only resistance
Shoot or flee the only existence.

When a boy becomes a man
Does he strap a gun in his hands?
What does it take to be a man?
Is it religion, family or gang?
If he shoots, doesn't it make him guilty?
Is it peer pressure leading him astray?
Or is he merely looking the part and becoming prey?

A child's existence in this world
Is tougher than any existence
But a child should amount to more
Without drugs, gangs, violence and gore.

Chaos rules the boundaries
Gangs tell what and who
The eye of the storm grows
Gangsters reap what they sew.

Chaos knows no man
Young and rebelling against law
Killings and drive-by shootings
Only pain and suffering it brings.

When a child takes to the streets
Does he join a gang in spite?
What does it take to stay cool?
Is it drugs, gangs and hoods?
If the child drops books and chances a gun
Does he kick it with homeboys G-style for fun?
Why do we allow children to rule the city?
When do we stop to take pity?

A homeboy's existence on the streets
I tougher than any existence
But homeboys should be children first
To become a man to quench the thirst.

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