Let the Children Die

Let the children die (x24)

You spit for the streets to appeal to the planets
In a different world like ??? and jasmine
You're a child in his mom's arms
Dreaming he was hard like 'you mean I'm not?'

Plain dressed with his egg yolk broken
Head soaked in a sweat so cold that his pillowcase froze
Flipped it and sulked
Wishing for a trigger to pull
To emulate Larenz Tate
???
Out of south central L.A

I feel sorry for your mother
Trust me, you're not built for it kid

Ears hear nothing
Listens with his eyes
Parents feel faint
Siblings cry
Thought thеy could reach him on they millionth try
It is what it is
Let thе children die

You speak for the streets with your feet on the carpet
Toenails covered with polish and a sock
Never step foot on the ground that you talk of
Represent hard with your front door locked
Rag rockin' with a forehead knot
Fake chain supportin' a golden cross
Far from core, hard stands beside
Not the life your stanzas described
Never been under the light filled sky
Gun shots, sparks, cop cars, sirens
You're not a killer you're a sound-alike
The Brandon Flowers type

Eyes see nothing
Living through lies
Kids worship every word in your rhymes
Saying what it takes for a million buys
It is what it is
Let the children die