Who Cares

They don't give a fuck So I don't give a fuck Makes me want to holler Throw up both my hands Moving through the L.A. streets with the homeboys Dipping in the toy having Chips Ahoy Cookies and these rookies still can't see us A lot of people want to be us cause we's the O.G.'s Real East side riders from the hood And I wish niggas would Come at me like it's all good If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing Rap, sling dope, pimp hoes, or gang bang And it's a goddamn shame, but Now the babies is the ones blued down and flamed up Sagging with they neighborhood flag inside they pockets Think they ain't? They even spray paint the sprockets On they bike, yelling, "What that East side like?" Getting high in the bleachers while the teachers on strike Books collect dust on they shelf Parents either dead or gone, so they raise they self But who cares Some talk about killing, some hear about it, some do it Some can't handle it, and others just numb to it You think we got problems? They the ones Cause kids is having kids, and kids is having guns Ask yours daughters and sons what they learning in school And watch them look at you like you a fool All they learn is how to smoke a ?bidi How to do a tatoo, use a rubber, cuss, fight, and write graffiti The t.v and the radio is raisin them Parents hold your breath, cause death ain't even fazing them A single mother out working like a slave Ain't no home cooked meal, just a microwave Oven What happened to the loving? Good taste done been replaced by pushing, and shoving It all started at home with the family Now we can't save them, or can we? Who cares Makes me want to holler Throw up both my hands They don't give a fuck So I don't give a fuck Don't nobody care what happen to us Except God Almighty, in whom we trust I bust rhymes like these for a reason Cause for everything up under the sun it's a season To live and die, laugh and cry Everybody knows shit happens, but nobody knows why And they don't even try to learn By letting the five Percent teach them, it's like they rather burn And for niggas just to turn they life around and chill It's harder to save, than it is to kill As we spill each other blood in the streets I see yellow tape and wonder who that is up under the sheet Another child just got shot down Now what's the chances that they not black and not brown? A lot of people crowd around cause they feel they got to stop and stare But they don't really care Makes me want to holler Throw up both my hands They don't give a fuck So I don't give a fuck