Prince Wiser - Lost Boyz N' the War Zone Lyrics

What is you reppin ' boy?
Where is your weapon boy?
You've been disrespecting since adolescence, pubescent boy
I feel your aggression, you get upset when I call you "Boy"
Cause you out here making noise, this ain't you in these polaroids
Look at you, you self employed
You don't wanna work for nobody
Just got out the pen for moving work plus you caught a body
Your plan could never work, within this dirt cause New York is grimy
You tried to go to church and be delivered to God almighty
So what was you stressin' boy?
Do you need protection boy?
Was throwing out gang sets in your rhymes a confession boy?
You need that respect so you stick your neck out, no question
Maybe you've got a death wish
All the time you've invested
All the time you arrested
Black man with a pitch, ain't no catching
And you let all this extra shit get in the way of your blessings
Take this as my message, we ain't none of us separate
A fractured soul could never go to grow in your essence

Lost boys in a war zone
You get caught in crossfire, hit the crossroads
We done lost lives
We done lost souls
Black man slain and the shots rang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang

You move with hypnotic tactics
Society calls you savage
You move with them killers & drug dealers but ain't catch they habits
You feel like the streets is laughing
And everyone turn to ashes
Your soul gets as black as a piece of coal when its over matches
Your instincts say "grab the ratchet"
Your actions say automatic
You caught in the system now take your picture, lights, camera action
I wonder sometimes, is a life of crime worth it?
Will I really get what I desire if its gods purpose?
Is it odds & evens? is we even if I go to sermon?
If I serve a sentence, is it worth it if I hurt a person?
My confession, is it worth the pain of pulling triggers nervous?
Thank you for your service, on the surface I'm behind a curtain
So what is you reppin ' boy?
Where is your weapon boy?
You've been disrespecting since adolescence, pubescent boy
I feel you're aggression, you get upset when I call you "Boy"
Cause you out here making noise, this ain't you in these polaroids

Lost boys in a war zone
You get caught in crossfire, hit the crossroads
We done lost lives
We done lost souls
Black man slain and the shots rang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang

Lost boys in a war zone
You get caught in crossfire, hit the crossroads
We done lost lives
We done lost souls
Black man slain and the shots rang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang
Black man slain and the shots rang

The City Of God
Bishop in "Juice"
These are the stories told, by cats in a hat like Seuss
The similarities ? the city will do anything to bury me
I plan to tell the truth to the youth I hope it carries me
So lyrically, I am young, I am man empirically
I am son, I fear none, except one and spiritually
I put my whole life in this rhyme
You ain't gotta be Genius, I'm highlighting these lines
I was there at the peak, when I was peeping decline
Deception is a weapon, we needed Optimus Prime
We went from using our voices to tell you about the times
To telling you, how many bullets fill a clip in this nine
You don't take what else I'm talking bout' in my work fine
I hope you grow to see the pain and what goes on in my mind
I could barely count all the people that died
Or got locked or got shot, nobody talks about the Central Park Five
Amadou ,Trayvon, Ezell Ford, Tamir Rice
Yvette Smith, Eric Garner, John Crawford Victor White
They be tryina' take our power, black man kryptonite
Nother' black face on a t-shirt, candlelight
We thugs to the nation, we were educated on enslavement
White washed in entertainment and was brought up in encasement
Back in the day, Papoose was calling this Thug-A-Cation
We need to take it back, f*ck how the media reacts