of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other For the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs And punish the rich for their ignorance For
With even less Than I had Record company Is dealing me something sad How do you expect A man to sit And wait with three kids For you to Figure out What
, Get a gun off the street, because he was treated so awfully, One bullet for her, one bullet for him, Crimes of passion, ain't no more pullin' for them
him hit Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit Don't give me chrome for Jenny Jones My man with the crime sheet
just a friend But you say he's just a friend So I took Blah-blah's word for it at this time I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime 'Cause
't really wanna catch a felony case Post outside store waited for the shift to change Could've told you right now, went against the grain Put a mask over features stop wanted and heated Make a dash for
had to fake that is was on, stop hold up nigga wait don't go Makin' a mistake wit your life man fuck this hoe shit niggas Is 'bout to ride, but wait,
of no woods Sellin' tea to the council though I know it's no good to be a trader Collaborator, still I rather be a snitch then a cocktail waiter Commit my crime
I couldn't tell her what my private thoughts were But she had some way of finding them out He took dead-center aim, but he missed just the same She was waiting
it?s so hard sometimes You said that you would come back here for me I?m still waiting hope is fading You promised you would come to my rescue I?m still waiting
mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest, it's a hard role just to keep up your faith in God Knowing you'll get scared though
's always missing someone Day after day And year after year Though you and I are distant Don't ever think I didn't want you Or miss you every day No
And don't think we're trying to be bad All the innocent crime Seemed alright at the time Not necessarily mad, not necessarily mad We watch every day for
for but a year His home is in the village close nearby He shivers at the thought of what He?s forced to do next day He wonders who it is, who has to
bad conscience only one aim in my eyes The act of cruelty considered the last details in my mind A long time to wait for the sunset and the sacrifice
not a kid no more, Kiss your Kidulthood goodnight.' So I did and cried And when I opened up my eyes, Adulthood was waitin' for me arms open wide. CHORUS Now you wait for
out, son, so we take the gats for precautions Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners Waitin' for
police hate us all Up late nights waiting for the next day to fall We're up late nights waiting for the next day to fall My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for