RZA, Thea Van Seijen, Monk112 - Drama lyrics
[RZA, Thea Van Seijen, Monk112 - Drama lyrics]
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god
Kareem the Genius digi
Say it to 'em roof angel
Learn to keep my head up to the sky
And ask myself why, it has to be this way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And health, not to worry about
All the dramas of the day
As we strive for luxury
And try to feed our families
It always seems that someone's in your way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And health, not to worry about
All the dramas of the day
I met a young brother, about 28
Who seemed intelligent and
Rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck up conversation
To see if the youngster
Had some self motivation
Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?
(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm
All about the currency)
(You mean gettin' paid?)
Yeah like my man's brother who has a condo
He shares with his baby mother
You know a condo beats my apartment
With no lights, no gas and backed up rent
No hot water or heat
Infested with plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alley cat
(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty)
(He's like) Word OG that bothers me
Plus I'm about to be a new father, G
(We need to wise up and
Change the hood policy)
Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?
Why you not out there trying
To make your own plan?
See we are a victim, of a situation
Where a wicked man, separated the nation
And got us killin' off one another
Black on black, they pit brother on brother
It's gettin' hot, hotter than July
See the murder and crime rate
Is risin' to the sky
(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
I'm often woke up
From the alarming sounding of a shot)
(So I'm thinking what)
Is your neighborhood a trap?
(And I'm spotted like a target
In a shooting gallery
So I strive to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where?
From this ghetto life area
Kareem the Genius digi
Say it to 'em roof angel
Learn to keep my head up to the sky
And ask myself why, it has to be this way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And health, not to worry about
All the dramas of the day
As we strive for luxury
And try to feed our families
It always seems that someone's in your way
I'd like to live my life in peace
And health, not to worry about
All the dramas of the day
I met a young brother, about 28
Who seemed intelligent and
Rather quite straight
I greeted him, and struck up conversation
To see if the youngster
Had some self motivation
Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?
(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm
All about the currency)
(You mean gettin' paid?)
Yeah like my man's brother who has a condo
He shares with his baby mother
You know a condo beats my apartment
With no lights, no gas and backed up rent
No hot water or heat
Infested with plenty rats
That'll eat up the average alley cat
(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty)
(He's like) Word OG that bothers me
Plus I'm about to be a new father, G
(We need to wise up and
Change the hood policy)
Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?
Why you not out there trying
To make your own plan?
See we are a victim, of a situation
Where a wicked man, separated the nation
And got us killin' off one another
Black on black, they pit brother on brother
It's gettin' hot, hotter than July
See the murder and crime rate
Is risin' to the sky
(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
I'm often woke up
From the alarming sounding of a shot)
(So I'm thinking what)
Is your neighborhood a trap?
(And I'm spotted like a target
In a shooting gallery
So I strive to seek for a better salary
So I can escape from where?
From this ghetto life area