A.L.T., Rich Garcia - Stone Cold World lyrics

The east side of town was
Where the shit went down
Shells on the ground and
People standing all around
Looking at the six year old kid who got hit
Knowing that Spooky was the target
And things got a change on the streets
As I look at the body
I see blood seeping through the sheets
And gang bang needs their asses kicked
Cause there's a mother right now
While shopping for a casket
Cause the gun was in a hand of a child
Instead of in school, he was out acting wild
And he was down for his clique
Out on the street
He got his parents worrying sick
He got one time knocking at the door
Take him out in cuffs
Mamas crying on the floor
And on the other side of town
A baby gets lowered in the ground damn

Mothers crying, children dying
Living life so old but you're still so young
Understanding all the problems of this world
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

A full moon was out when them fools rode by
A shotgun blast lit up the sky
They jumped Tiny in the clique that night
And he was down for some shit that night
A 44 mag, stolen jag
And somebody gonna catch a body bag
Oh did I mention
You don't come through the hood
With a wrong intention
He rolled up their street
Another little vato, six feet deep
And now he's up in the pin wonder who, why
And when and who's his friend
And he driving his mama insane
Yeah, she sick but she still goes
Out miles in the train
To visit his ass in jail
Yesterday Tiny hung himself in his cell

Mothers crying, children dying
Living life so old but you're still so young
Understanding all the problems of this world
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

Mama did her best to raise me right
She worked day and night but
Still got the fright
Of losing her third son cause two went down
And if she had money
She would leave this town
But she's stuck in the factory man
Damn, I hate to see the blisters on her hand
And pops left back in 73
But, if he comes back
He's got to deal with me
He probably still don't know that
Two of his sons fail victim to hand guns
And mama, she be working like a slave right
At Sunday
She took a few flowers to the grave site
And here I am hanging on the street
A shot ran out in the summer heat
My body got numb, my throat was dry
The last thing I heard was my mamas cry

Mothers crying, children dying
Living life so old but you're still so young
Understanding all the problems of this world
Stone cold, stone cold, stone cold, oooo

So much pain, so much sorrow
When you're brother dies what's going on