[Verse 1] It’s me, TK, back with the chronicles Tell you what I see from the blocks, there the robbers go Ain’t no braggadocio, it’s straight up the truth Babies having babies crying Brenda still in her youth Hustlers cover up the game, the cops out on the loose Getting by hardly these days, the struggle it takes them under Used to be beautiful, today it’s ugly as the Cookie Monster There’s older folks having trouble counseling kids ‘cause they got problems themselves And the kids are selling ounces of piff From Brooklyn all the way to the Bronx to check on my brothers But I can’t not see the guns, poor ones and weeping mothers It’s all around where we are
[Verse 2] Turn the CD up louder Rebel, hit the streets, surround town hall, y’all What the people know, fierce Cops, they let the guns blow Watch out, get down below How low can a brother go? The life of crime is not the right way, ya know Fear, the companies try to control Put your game face on and go and say it with me Mr. President, we won’t take all of this gibberish Everybody, unite and hear me now We gotta teach the old folks, children and middle age people Rise up and wise up now for real ha
[Verse 3] I hear ya, guys, but after all that’s done, we gotta go back home and have some fun Invite the fine ladies, pop the Dom Pérignon Don’t overdo it, the kids will see us stumbling around You know how we do Bring out the cigars as we regroup with our peoples But why for? Well, to quote Rick James, it’s a celebration, bitches It’s like July 4th, and we into big thangs Where be at? Dude just around the corner with the sound system, you know how hip-hop boys does Put away them toys, it’s a party, man And your boy goes by the party-man We gettin’ it on as planned
