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Drama Lyrics

    Talkin bout drama

    I met a young brother, how young about eight
    He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
    I greeted him, and struck a conversation
    To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
    Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
    He said i be soon coming off the currency
    I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
    Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
    He said a condo beats my apartment
    With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
    No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
    That'll eat up the average alleycat
    He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty
    I said word, i know and it bothers me
    Cuz we are the victims, of a situation
    How wicked man, seperated
    A nation and got us cold-killin off one another
    (word-word, to the mother)
    It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than july
    Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
    For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
    I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot
    So i'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
    Could this be the place marked x on the map?
    Now i'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
    So i start to seek for a better salary
    So i can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
    Cause everyday you're getting scarier
    *blam blam* and scarier and scarier
    Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
    Talkin bout drama

    Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
    Cuz i can see that they suffer from a long list
    From not having shelter, and out on the street
    Without a job and days without a bite to eat
    Yo i feel for those, but here's another side
    About some more people that's living on the outside
    Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
    And it took em on a trip for a long day
    Got to the point you started stealing from your house
    Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
    Your family's upset and you've got to go
    When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow
    And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
    Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
    Then after you run that game for a while
    You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
    Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
    Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
    Why do you come to me crying the blues?
    About you can't get a job well go sell some street news
    Then you can get straight and be real
    But you'd rather rob and steal
    And that's drama
    Talkin bout drama
    Not wonderama
    But i'm talkin bout drama
    Here what i'm sayin?
    I'm not talkin bout your mama
    Nahhhh, but i'm talkin bout drama

    Shaolin fist versus the llama
    Talkin bout drama

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