ILL BILL - Canarsie High lyrics
[ILL BILL - Canarsie High lyrics]
Young mother smoke crack while her baby cries
Young brother sell crack, carry baby nines
Baby-faced gangsters wild out
Commit crazy crimes
Taking anything they want without
Shame or pride
Stray bullet hit a pregnant momma Bed-Stuy
Lead fly, final destination her death arrives
Was she in the wrong place or
Was she meant to die?
And whoever's responsible they'll never find
Fuck flipping burgers
Serving milkshakes and fries
Kids committing murders living in these
Last days and times
White kids, black kids any race or price
Shooting up they high school
Satan in they minds
We see everything and yet we forever blind
Society turn away and protect your eyes
Like a horror movie but
You can’t press rewind
Bare witness to reality or step aside
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Young baby girl gave birth to baby girl
Thirteen brought a little baby
In this crazy world
I seen the same story every block
Every borough
Every town same situation very thorough
Very sad baby girl never knew her dad
Broken home, broken soul ready to attack
Young dad doesn’t even know that he a father
And some do but don’t care
Or care to even bother
Plenty good parents too, but bad situations
Young dad went to war in a distant nation
Proud American that wanted to be participate
Sent home in a box or in a crippled state
We see everything and yet we forever blind
Society turn away and protect your eyes
Like a horror movie but
You can’t press rewind
Bare witness to reality or step aside
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Young brother sell crack, carry baby nines
Baby-faced gangsters wild out
Commit crazy crimes
Taking anything they want without
Shame or pride
Stray bullet hit a pregnant momma Bed-Stuy
Lead fly, final destination her death arrives
Was she in the wrong place or
Was she meant to die?
And whoever's responsible they'll never find
Fuck flipping burgers
Serving milkshakes and fries
Kids committing murders living in these
Last days and times
White kids, black kids any race or price
Shooting up they high school
Satan in they minds
We see everything and yet we forever blind
Society turn away and protect your eyes
Like a horror movie but
You can’t press rewind
Bare witness to reality or step aside
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Young baby girl gave birth to baby girl
Thirteen brought a little baby
In this crazy world
I seen the same story every block
Every borough
Every town same situation very thorough
Very sad baby girl never knew her dad
Broken home, broken soul ready to attack
Young dad doesn’t even know that he a father
And some do but don’t care
Or care to even bother
Plenty good parents too, but bad situations
Young dad went to war in a distant nation
Proud American that wanted to be participate
Sent home in a box or in a crippled state
We see everything and yet we forever blind
Society turn away and protect your eyes
Like a horror movie but
You can’t press rewind
Bare witness to reality or step aside
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
Are we learning how to live
Or learning how to die
Building nuclear weapons and learning
How to fly
I never graduated high school I got
My GED in tenth grade
And ran around Canarsie High
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