Lookin out my window into this brand new world.
See two kids, little boy, little girl.
Now they lookin like their only about thirteen.
Rag hanging out his pocket walkin with a gangtsa lean.
She's wearin makeup to look about twice her age.
Wearin small skirts just to get the school boy praise.
Thinkin I should say somethin but whats the use?
Its just another day for Black America's youth.
Try to teach the lil g's bout the world with words of wisdom.
But they aint tryin to hear it so long as g's got a gun.
Go up to the girls with intent to preach.
Show them that nothing is ever beyond their reach.
Hear my words little girls I'm here to teach.
God never cursed you to walk the streets, so squash this beef I've been seein inbetween y'all Nubian Queens.
The words I got back stung just like venom.
I could see their souls cry out within them.
"Look mista, life gets no betta, workin my body for a piece of dat chedda, all my worries, light as a featha.
Who cares if I walk the block, work that c0ck, ya never gon see my ass work round the clock."
Hearin those words made my heart sink.
Felt so confused I could hardly think.
Maybe I was wrong to think I could change these kids.
Maybe I need to just leave the world as it is.
Maybe I should just sit back like the rest.
Reminisce to a time where all was blessed.
But as I watch lil G light his blunt.
I begin to realize that its all a front.
In that body of a gangsta, rough and wild.
Is the soul a scared and confused child.
So maybe if we all come up with a plan.
And maybe if we all just extend our hands.
We'll all be able to see the truth.
That we are the ones meant to save the youth.
Go to "Brotha & Sista", from "B!tch & Cuzz"
Being able to say "What will" instead of "What was".