I'm on her head and cry
Cause her son had been shut down on the streets and died
Oh why oh why?
Is what she cries She cries.
The biggest problems in the cities
Is them daddies ain't there
And if it ain't about the money
Then nobody cares
And then I spoke to an OG I tried to tell it to come to me
I said these streets suck the love right from your heart
Don't believe that bullshit.
You know god damn well these niggaz won't show up You know god damn well These bitches will go up
I'm sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can't get no love up
So I' m askin' God How we can dig ourselves out?
We can't afford a shovel
If there's a problem in the hood They're about to gather Just to solve that problem
But that's the problem in the hood No one comes together unless you're involved problems
Cause we were taught to be the tough guys And we were told just to remake silence
The you got them niggaz telling on the next guys Stand and tell them what it takes to solve them
Is there a problem that I don't know about?
Is there a problem that I haven't heard about?
Kids are robbin' each other Prostitues and drug dealers
We won't get much further unless we start helping each other
But they're none believers
You know god damn well That these niggaz won't show up You know god damn well that these bitches won't grow up I'm sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can't get no love up
So I' m asking God How we can dig ourselves out? We can't afford a shovel
Rule 16, brothers with no fathers
Too much school to get a degree Others are on the streets Damn, so nobody really made it out You better celebrate just to get her out Momma worked at 2 jobs while babysitting And all these hoes around diggin' me with no shovels
You know god damn well That these niggaz won't show up You know god damn well that these bitches won't grow up I'm sinking down to the ground of the ghettos We can't get no love up
So I' m askin' God How we can dig ourselves out? We can't afford a shovel.