Preachin' to the Quiet

[verse 1] Celebrity the new drug In america Gotta have it Gotta be it So the young ones see it Watch out now Looka here now In these get rich or die tryin times Greed that I see Got these cats Whipped by tv 3 generations of fatherless women We drownin instead of swimmin This ain't what y'all asked for That's what they locked ya ass up for And closed the door Beyond these streets These kids is always watchin See it ain't been the same Since teen summitt left the game Off the air, who cares? Now kids get programmed Ask their peoples Who buy them almost everything the stars wear People see , people do See the new pied pipers Got a hold on you Back to the boogaloo Get a shot So you won't catch the flu Don't get shot And get a hole in you [verse 2] I'm talkin advanced But goin back at the same time Rewind So what, some of this song don't rhyme Like I said Most of us get ghetto at the wrong time Fear So leave a little room for god Up in here Back in the day Even real pimps, hustlers, players Told young cats C'mon get their lives on track These raps you hear today Is a bad ass act I'm here to tell it Like it ought to be It ain't no kids fault to me 35 year olds Actin 16 Know what I mean You don't work, mean you don't eat You need more than a ball And some bomb ass beats New kicks on your feet Need your mind in these time To compete Make your world complete Sweet not sour That's what they really call fightin the power [verse 3] Here it is , no fable I put it all on the table Spendin my time Identifyin who's behind Some of these labels Who profit off the spit Some of the same way same cats That owned them ships Yes Its a business Butslavery was too Prison industrial complex New slavery lookin to own you Ownin the labels , stations, jails and cemeteries Thug life Turnin hip hop into a one stop shop Somebody behind Makin up your own damn mind Signed , sealed delivered In a nigga package So dumb you can't hear The ignorance protected By the backpacker Who co signed the say so Claimin they dig the flow Filled wit jim crow Return of the old negro How you gonna say no to drugs If you don't say no to thugs See the government Sweep it deep Under the rug