Paradise Lost - Square One

From B-More Careful to The Chocolate City

Where not so pretty chicks often act sadity

Tiny cats carry gats, attitudes is shitty

In the streets they form black committees

It’s simply the call of the wild.

The young black child’s

In danger;

They can’t seem to manage their anger

Unborns is aborted with hangers

Little shorties goin' insane givin' brain to strangers

Can’t seem to change this.

The man has arranged this

Oblivious to it all, we livin' in chambers

No hope, my man’s grandmama sells dope

Mad drama, the only way she knows how to cope

Yesterday little Susi got sprayed up in kindergarten

Now she’ll never see the first grade

That’s real!

Tell me if you feel what I say

It’s ill when juvenilles kill to get paid

And mothers suffer and slave to save for another grave

That’s why they pray when their kids misbehave

Until the day when the jakes take’em away

They gotta pay for the mistakes they made

We’re in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause

It’s war and the streets show no remorse

It’s war mad drama plus more in store

They catch bodies just to keep the score…

We’re still locked in this paradise lost to sacrifice cause

It’s war and the streets show no remorse

It’s war mad drama plus more in store

They catch bodies just to keep the score!

(twice)

The art of war documents crime rhyme sequels

Lions & weasels Quoting signs of evil, man-kinds and peoples

Street-Cats got nine lives to bleed through

Fiends giving brain for french-fries and needles!

Plus any challenge these minds find is lethal

They teach little kids to blame the tribes of Hebrew

Neglected, you could say it’s lack of perspective

But I knew Gina, Ishmael has shot for a necklace!

He got knocked driving a stolen Lexus

At the same confines Po-Po infested

It’s 25 to life, a soldier’s reflection

Its old soul mirrors an unspoken death-wish!

Inmates offered a sort of protection

Until his ass got moved to the HIV-section!

Now, that’s real in these fields of sorrow

If parents misbehave, their children follow!

They squared 41 shots to kill Diallo

And it’s 40 shots too much for me to swallow

Let’s, build our boroughs and seal tomorrow

Sending out messages in Olde English bottles.

What…

Chorus: Repeat