Swych, Mega Ran, Qwin Omaru , HQ Jonez, Bogie Bam - Grand Theft Auto lyrics

(And we've just gotten word of
Not one but two
Explosions near the finish line
Of the Boston Marathon
And this is, uh, disturbing)
(Ain't too many houses in New Orleans
Don't have a gun in them, You scared?)
(Yes I am)
(There was a 17 year old black boy
Who was shot and killed in Florida
Neighborhood watch saw him and thought he was
Suspicious his name was Trayvon Martin)
(It's very tragic that Trayvon
Martin lost his life
But in Chicago this happens on a
Consistent basis every single day)
(Chicago, where murders topped 500 last year
And the grim reaper's toll
Touches every family)
(Tonight here on the South side of Chicago a
Six-year old girl was shot


And gravely wounded
During a firefight between gang members)

Every day it's like GTA
Bodies on the ground and
The sirens going around
Everybody strapped up, every city, every town
Every corner, bodies dropping
Everybody know the sound
Cops killing, no indictments
They don't even go to trial
800, 000 kids a year lost and never found
Probably in the White House
Together running all around
Find Saddam Hussein but can't
Find somebodies child, i mean
You got Bin Laden
Tell me where these kids hiding
All these wire taps
You can't bring a child back
Can't see why they gave us
Hope we can't reach can't breathe
Well you see where Eric Garner's at
Mike Brown, Trayvon, no surviving that
Where's the riots
I'll be posted where the fire at
As a country

Can't tell you where we're headed
Even cop callers stop and got to think of 9
11, wait people either stealing cars
Or they stealing bars
Not too many go to school, or they get a job
If he ain't shooting 3's probably
Shooting for the stars
Or shooting people on the
Corners and the boulevards
They let Obama run the country but
They had to do it
Puppet master pulling strings
While he's interviewing
On top of that I got to
Look at what my cities doing
Knowing that I played a part
In why my cities ruined

People drowning in a sea of police arms
(I can't breathe, I can't breathe)
Avoid the jungle in the streets
Because they mean harm
(Can't you see, can't you see)
The storyline today could always be your last
(Be your last) and if you die in this game
Boy ain't no coming back (No coming back)
Everyday, more and more
Life is looking like a game of GTA
So watch how you play it

Let me know when you finna
Bang for something other than
The side of the city that a nigga from though
Let a nigga know when you gon' get
A purpose paired with the 44
Maybe when you got a
Shotgun you call Malcolm
When you got a handgun you call Huey
Assata's name on your AK
Bobby Seale for that uzi
You just rolling around with that toolie
Ready to bust on injustice
Not talking no cop unless they crooked
How about the pushers for needle pushers
That heroine my auntie hooked
My queen was tooken
My faith shook, my kingdom ruined
She another ghost in this ghost
Town and that's real

Everytime I see P-A
It's almost like I'm in a game of GTA
Brothers want to come up on some
Money in a easy way
Wind up living on the run
For at least three days
Better watch your back
With the cops on the hunt don't be
Thinking that your town can't be Ferguson
Phoenix PD told Rumain keep his
Hands up then to
Keep his hands down and they murdered him
See this ain't no game though
It seems like that
It is what it is man it be's like that
Kiss your loved ones because
These kids got guns
And your last words could be
"I'm a be right back"
How many got to die for some respect, huh?
If could even be me next
Until then I'm still praying for a reset
Yeah

Hold up cold cold world? Cold cold world
I could use a cup of hot cocoa girl
Ha, corny but the world need laughter
City that I'm from
They be running out of caskets
And cemetary space, remembering elementary
Thinking that this life was nothing
But fun and games now they 8 years old
Running with guns and blades
They ratchet, no clank
They ratchets go bang!
(Gratata) like it's GTA
You a man one day, t-shirt the next, damn
Now I just hope that t-shirt look fresh
I got a right to live
But, I'm obligated to death
So my heart on my sleeve like a tattoo
Cliche, taboo, now everybody rocking vests
God bless you, bullets coming at you
Wish you the best
Whether you ride for the South or the West
I'm a, rider (aye) new Bed Stuy-er
I ain't gon' tell you what sider
I'm a, rider (aye) new Bed Stuy-er, it don't
Even matter what sider, uh
But, if you lose your homies
Rob who you want you'll never have it all
So many people dying in my city
Got me searching for the Dragonballs eww!

(There's no black neighborhood, you
Know what I'm saying
Where black people have the
Same amount of money
As me you know what I'm saying
There's richer
And there's poorer there's no
Just, you know, did a movie got a little bit
Of money
Living okay black neighborhood i have
To be in the white neighborhood
So I don't fit in that's hell
It's hell when you can't be
Around your peers all
My life been living around
Black people, poor people
But, I can't live around poor people
Now because they'll rob me)
(I am urging the parents of
Black and latino youngsters particularly
To not let their children go out
Wearing hoodies i think the hoodie
Is as much responsible for Trayvon Martin's
Death as George Zimmerman was) static

(It's no use)