Square One – Paradise Lost lyrics

From B-More Careful to The Chocolate City
Where not so pretty chicks often act sadity
Tiny cats carry gats, attitudes is shitty
In the streets they form black committees
It's simply the call of the wild. The young black child's
In danger; They can't seem to manage their anger
Unborns is aborted with hangers
Little shorties goin' insane givin' brain to strangers
Can't seem to change this. The man has arranged this
Oblivious to it all, we livin' in chambers
No hope, my man's grandmama sells dope
Mad drama, the only way she knows how to cope
Yesterday little Susi got sprayed up in kindergarten
Now she'll never see the first grade
That's real! Tell me if you feel what I say
It's ill when juvenilles kill to get paid
And mothers suffer and slave to save for another grave
That's why they pray when their kids misbehave
Until the day when the jakes take'em away
They gotta pay for the mistakes they made

[Chorus]
We're in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause
It's war and the streets show no remorse
It's war mad drama plus more in store
They catch bodies just to keep the score...
We're still locked in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause
It's war and the streets show no remorse
It's war mad drama plus more in store
They catch bodies just to keep the score! (twice)

The art of war documents crime rhyme sequels
Lions and weasels Quoting signs of evil, man-kinds and peoples
Street-Cats got nine lives to bleed through
Fiends giving brain for french-fries and needles!
Plus any challenge these minds find is lethal
They teach little kids to blame the tribes of Hebrew
Neglected, you could say it's lack of perspective
But I knew Gina, Ishmael has shot for a necklace!
He got knocked driving a stolen Lexus
At the same confines Po-Po infested
It's 25 to life, a soldier's reflection
Its old soul mirrors an unspoken death-wish!
Inmates offered a sort of protection
Until his ass got moved to the hiv-section!
Now, that's real in these fields of sorrow
If parents misbehave, their children follow!
They squared 41 shots to kill Diallo
And it's 40 shots too much for me to swallow
Let's, build our boroughs and seal tomorrow
Sending out messages in Olde English bottles. What...

[Chorus: Repeat]