Young Boy

I know bout Ready to Live I know bout Ready To Die I know bout ready to laugh I know bout ready to cry I know bout tracksuits And I know bout black suits Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival Run the streets, run the roads, everybody know your name Never running out of bullets, never running out of pain Know you really like the money, but you're in love wit da fame Everybody look like dummies, but they're thinking just the same Just a bunch of angry faces and a bunch of weirdo names Monday suspect, Tuesday victim Wednesday, meka man leave earth, just evict him Thursday you get duppied, you gotta link him I suppose some breddas like to pose They do the most, I propose, 2 knees Before they turn a ghost, blowing in the breeze Really moving trees, got a pallbearer Now you're really moving keys Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival What you know bout war? What you know bout God? Know you wanna get even, yeah that ain't odd I know you want justice, well who can give it Know you want life perfect, but how do you live it I know you do good, I know you do evil The equasion ain't balanced, but it makes us equal Tell me who healed, from hurting people? Life plays out fast, some people get skipped Some rise some fall, some people get tripped If live is a movie, some people get clipped Too many funerals and they're coming too close I get too insecure about wearing same clothes Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival Young boy sitting on the corner with a rifle I might run up on him in the night with a Bible Ask him what his dreams are, does he have a idol? Opps die, do you want God as a rival As a rival