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The Hunted Child
Lyricist:Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow
{Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head, street violence is at an all time high}
No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes open Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's still smokin' Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway Now the posse's on my trail, they say, I'm gonna pay, run
I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it Out with my crew, the boys caught some static Me and this sucker punk went at it, bang, nine automatic
Hunted child, I'm the hunted child
{Sources say the assailant was 17 years old And lives in South-Central Los Angeles}
Now, I'm on a hideout tip 'cause they're after me L.A.P.D. says they're gonna capture me Was I crazy? I guess, I had to be 'Cause once you kill it's instant catastrophe
Your whole life is over through Forget about, your girl, your crew Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do? Be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you
The hunted child, I'm the hunted child Hunted child, I'm the hunted child
I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man When they said, 'kill,' I felt chill, man But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man
My homeboys dipped out the back fast Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast Everybody saw my face, I didn't wear a mask Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You wanna know my name, just ask
The hunted child, I'm the hunted child Hunted child, I'm the hunted child
{The science of capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets Today with the ends justifying the means mentality ain't happenin'}
I'm sweatin' heavy 'cause my face is on TV Everybody in this whole world's after me Since I was young, I never had a damned thing At Christmas time, I'd hate to hear the bells ring
'Cause in the ghetto, Santa ain't got a dime Your mother's standin' in the welfare line The way the youth survive is crime My life is over so I might as well speak my mind
I killed a brother 'cause this system had me geared to kill 'Cause what I call home you call hell My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell But there's a message in this story that I'm tryin' to tell
We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers This system has us geared to kill one another Sellin' dope to poison each other The plan of the man, word to the mother
But I'm a sucker 'cause I fell into they plan 187, I killed a brother man My life on Earth was hell, you understand? But when I die I'm goin' to hell again
I'm the hunted child, I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child, the hunted child
I'm the hunted child, I'm the hunted child
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