some spoken word.

To you/ this may frighten/ but trust ima bring it/ its time to enlighten/ you niggas so ignortant it makes me belligerent./ Its time to teach the children/ time to make um rise/ gotta get them out the dark into the sunlight./ They constantly fall to streets/ only to bleed/ never know the meanin of anything deep./ I try to educate um but they just don't learn/ they do not have the passion man/ they just don't yearn./ They steady wastin brain/ but they always given head/ niggas over sleepin man/ lets get um outta bed./ They sayin that they hungry but they won't go get the bread/ they claim they really livin but they evidently dead./ these fellas on jamaica man/ they mentality is dread./ you gotta taste fa weed/ yeah its obvious to see/ but daddy Im the soil and you gotta plant the seed./ Im tryna grow a garden man/ Im hopin for some trees/ wanna feel the summer breeze/ but niggas actin silly they wanna pack the heat./ So theres the end of fun, when a nigga bring a gun./ All positive is gone/ violence wins the battle but peace will win the war./ females aint all inoccent, some uh them are whores/ they lookin for awakening, but the signs they ignore.