The Genius
Words From The Genius
Drama
[The Genius a.k.a. Genius/GZA]
Talkin bout drama
I met a young brother, how young about eight
He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck a conversation
To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
He said I be soon comin off the currency
I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
He said a condo beats my apartment
With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alleycat
He said yeeahhhh boy, that's poverty
I said word, I know and it bothers me
Cause we are the victims of a situation
How wicked man seperated a nation
And got us cold-killin off one another
(Word word, to the mother)
It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
Cause the murder and crime rate is risin very high
For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
I'm often woke up from the alarmin sound of a shot
So I'm thinkin what, is my neighborhood a trap
Could this be the place marked X on the map?
Now I'm spotted like a target in the shootin gallery
So I start to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're gettin scarier
*blam blam* And scarier and scarier
Causin mass hysteria
It's drama
Talkin bout drama
Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
Cause I can see that they suffer from a long list
From not havin shelter and out on the street
Without a job and days without a bite to eat
Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
About some more people that's livin on the outside
Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
And it took em on a trip for a long day
Got to the point you started stealin from your house
Stalkin the rooms late at night like a mouse
Your family's upset and you've got to go
And it's five below and we're expectin snow
And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
Kickin dirt, and makin it look like sand
Then after you run that game for a while
You started suckin up tokens from out the turnstile
Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
Why do you come to me cryin the blues?
About you can't get a job, well go sell some street news
Then you can get straight and be real
But you'd rather rob and steal
And that's the drama
Talkin bout drama
Not wonderama
But I'm talkin bout drama
Hear what I'm sayin?
I'm not talkin bout your momma
Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
Shaolin fist versus the llama
Talkin bout drama
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