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.
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Induction
Induction
Copyright - 2/12/96
The war is on in our lonely, complicated streets
Drugs run rampant, our children a collective high
Is there an end? How do we begin?
Gangs are children, misdirected born to die
Drugs take over but we don't register the defeat.
Wandering through life in a drug induced haze
Drugs make life pass you by and you fail
Is there any time? Do we have reason or rhyme?
Lying in a gutter addicted and totally frail
Children robbing and stealing in a drug craze.
Where are the dealers who get our kids hooked?
Drugs make strange bedfellows, infected needles
Is there a point? Do we rid ourselves and anoint?
Our children taken hostage in the midst of drug sales
All together our kids and the parents are crooked.
Vital signs dwindle away on the drug block
Pay the piper scores become certain death
Is there relief? How doe we keep our beliefs?
Watch our children die, take our last breath
Time runs out, our children live by the drug clock.
Businessmen snorting their lives ambitiously away
Arraigning their own death sentence they produce
Is there a life? Should we all fly like a kite?
Our lives become little to nothing, support the noose
Time to clean up, the inevitable time is today.
Sucking on addiction the junkie pays for crack
Unable to decipher between right and wrong
Is there somebody? Can't they see?
Things don't fix themselves, same old song
Dealers live for the money, serious stash.
Drugs do not solve problems, they create
If we keep moving this way life will cease
Is there a cure? Can we be sure?
Taste the poison and become deceased
Ridden with disease make your own death date.
Copyright - 2/12/96
The war is on in our lonely, complicated streets
Drugs run rampant, our children a collective high
Is there an end? How do we begin?
Gangs are children, misdirected born to die
Drugs take over but we don't register the defeat.
Wandering through life in a drug induced haze
Drugs make life pass you by and you fail
Is there any time? Do we have reason or rhyme?
Lying in a gutter addicted and totally frail
Children robbing and stealing in a drug craze.
Where are the dealers who get our kids hooked?
Drugs make strange bedfellows, infected needles
Is there a point? Do we rid ourselves and anoint?
Our children taken hostage in the midst of drug sales
All together our kids and the parents are crooked.
Vital signs dwindle away on the drug block
Pay the piper scores become certain death
Is there relief? How doe we keep our beliefs?
Watch our children die, take our last breath
Time runs out, our children live by the drug clock.
Businessmen snorting their lives ambitiously away
Arraigning their own death sentence they produce
Is there a life? Should we all fly like a kite?
Our lives become little to nothing, support the noose
Time to clean up, the inevitable time is today.
Sucking on addiction the junkie pays for crack
Unable to decipher between right and wrong
Is there somebody? Can't they see?
Things don't fix themselves, same old song
Dealers live for the money, serious stash.
Drugs do not solve problems, they create
If we keep moving this way life will cease
Is there a cure? Can we be sure?
Taste the poison and become deceased
Ridden with disease make your own death date.
Hearts Of Violence
Copyright: 2/14/96
Hearts of Violence
It's in the streets
It's in our world
It's in our minds
It's in our souls.
Redemption come once
Redemption comes not at all
It's in the past
It's in our goals.
It's inside our heads
It's inside our needs
It's inside our government
It's inside our hearts.
Renewal comes never
Renewal will not be
It's not our life
It's not our part.
It's unwelcome at home
It's unwelcome on streets
It's unwelcome in minds
It's unwelcome in souls.
Violence rules all
Violence will be the death
It's not our time
It's not our soul.
Hearts of Violence
It's in the streets
It's in our world
It's in our minds
It's in our souls.
Redemption come once
Redemption comes not at all
It's in the past
It's in our goals.
It's inside our heads
It's inside our needs
It's inside our government
It's inside our hearts.
Renewal comes never
Renewal will not be
It's not our life
It's not our part.
It's unwelcome at home
It's unwelcome on streets
It's unwelcome in minds
It's unwelcome in souls.
Violence rules all
Violence will be the death
It's not our time
It's not our soul.
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.
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
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
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