Children Styles P (Ft. Pharoahe Monch)

[Intro: Pete Rock & Styles P]
These lil niggas is crazy
What the f...
This our future
It's about the children, man
Damn, ayo P
I pray to God for them kids, man
No doubt, man, for real
Wherever they at
Real talk, it's real out here
Come on

[Verse 1: Styles P]
(Children) in the hood seem to die at a young age
Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday
All they talk about is money and gun play (that's all)
Only light they getting is the one from the sunrays (no light)
No light bulb, bright idea
Shame when kill that nigga's the right idea (shame)
Like a nigga lose his life every night out here (every night)
Kina hot but they talk about ice out here (it's hot out here)
(Children) It's all on some ill shit (ill shit)
12 to 19, already done kill shit (soldiers)
All of them is numb, don't none of them feel shit (don't feel shit)
It's just like a war zone, that's on some real shit (it's real, homie)
Homie, this is O.G. talk, blow O.G. (O.G.) kush, keep an O.G. (O.G.) cough
In a lowkey V, shakin' police off (Shake 'em off)
Don't engage with your enemy, you know he soft, what up (you hear me)
(Children) It's all missing the roof off (missing)
Lil niggas is hard they don't know how a school look (they hard)
They know how a sucker or a herb or a fool look (they seen that)
They know how a crack pack, dope or the tool look (they seen that)
Yeah, shit is real out here (It's real)
And blood is like oil how it spills out here (spilling)
If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here (don't chill out here)
The 9 mil, might pop a grill out here (it might)