I walk down the street yo pick any one
I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun
I said "little homeboy what's up with the glock 19?"
He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life
And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe
I said "guilt will let him know what he did
And you don't need to go to jail you're just a kid.
Give me the gun little g just cool it down.
You've got a lot to live for you're college bound."
And so he screams and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in ft. greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And i'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up it's a brand new day
Little man blew himself away
And i'm scorned, an emotional thorn
And i'm lost in the storm
Well back in the hood, understood, i mean understand
The conspiracy upon the first man
Death to the klan pump the fists that's connected
To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand
And the plan to conserve this confused violent land
Different races, faces share the same spaces
Sewed by arrogant laces
Taste t his peace is real sweet
Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak
Will be done before the sun starts to nova
Or we'll be over
Reveal the passion button now hit it
Cause no one is born a bigot
Delete what you have engraved in your mind
And throw up the peace sign
And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm
Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three
With no p-e, a-c-e
It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin
Find the music of peace and start rappin
The answer lies in your hearts then your minds
And maybe then we can save human kind
Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one
But a woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist
Crew
Without death cause that will be illogical
Peace will cover every newspaper article
So now then, where do we start
Everybody knows they have to play a part
Open your minds and clear your minds
And throw up the peace signs
Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn
Or be lost in the storm