Pharoahe Monch – Children lyrics

These lil' niggaz is crazy!
What the fff?
This is our future?
It's 'bout the children, man
Daamn!
Ayo, P! (I pray to God for the kids, man!)
No doubt, man, f'real! (wherever they are)
Real talk! (it's real out here!)
Come on!

{Children} in the hood seem to die at a young age,
Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday. (damn!)
All they talk about is money and gunplay (that's all!)
Only light they gettin' is the one from the sun rays. (no lie!)
{Children!} No light bulb bright idea (no idea!)
Shame when (it's a shame!) "kill that nigga" is the right idea!
Like a nigga lose his life, every night out here (every night!)
Kinda hot. But they talk about ice out here! (it's hot out here!)
{Chiiildren, children} is all some I'll shit! (I'll shit!)
12 to 19 all ready to kill shit. (soldiers!)
All of 'em is numb, don't none of 'em feel shit; (don't feel SHIT!)
It's just like a war zone, that's on some real shit. (it's real, homie!)
{Children!} Homie this is O.G. talk;
Blow O.G. Kush (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) for O.G. cough. (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) [coughing]
In the lowkey V, shakin' police off! (shake 'em off!)
Don't engage witcha enemy, you know he soft. (ya hear me?)
Whattup? {Children} is all missin' the roof over 'em; (missin'!)
Lil' niggaz is hard, they don't know how to school 'em. (they hard!)
They know how a sucka or a herb or a fool look, (they seen that!)
Know how a crack pack dope or the tool look! (they seen that!)
{Children!} Yeah! The shit is real out here! (it's real!)
Swear blood is like oil how it spill out here. (spill it!)
If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here; (don't chill out here!)
{Chiiildren, children!} The 9 mill' might pop your grill out here. Yeah! {children!}

[Chorus]
Some days I might thank God I don't have nooooo {children}!
To struggle this hard and it's a hassleeee. {children!}
Gotta teach 'em how to survive and wiiiin, {children!}
The whole future of the world depeeends on {children}!
So I talk wise and speak clearlyyyy, {children}
But still sometimes they don't hear me! {children!}
But when I open my heart I catch feelings, {children!}
Cause the kids need hope, they need healing. {children!} The childrennnn

The birds play video games, (games!)
Imitate wack rappers and the video dames. (brain washed!)
PlayStation, XBox, laptop, desktop; (damn!)
I be askin' myself: when will the mess stop? (when will it stop?)
{Children!} Snotty lil' niggaz is too rude (too rude!)
All I know is cooler than YouTube is makin' it easy (gypsies!)
With nothin' realistic you can see on the TV (NOTHIN'!)
But they call this reality show. (yeah?!)
{Children,} it's time to make 'em grasses grow! (make 'em grasses grow!)
They'll make 'em lazy. It's so crazy! (so crazy!)
Me, I stay hazy. Always keep a Dutch steamed; (steamed!)
Cause they even't makin' no buttons; it's just a touch screen! (damn!)
{Children} and they don't talk, they text; (uh!)
LOL, (LOL!) WTF! (WTF!) (you know)
And I be like: "Damn, what the fuck is next? " (what the fuck is next!)
Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks. Yeah!

[Chorus]

"Children! Children!
Children! Children!
Childre child
Chiiiild children! [beat fades out]
Child child
Child child
Child " [beat stops]