The Ecology

Underage girls having seeds at the age of seventeen
 Baby daddies signing up for the marines
 Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams
 Fuck peace, niggas is purchasing red beams
 P89s, Glocks, AR15s
 It gets so hot, cops don't want to intervene
 Cause they can get popped too, simple and plain
 All the OGs dead, it's a new ballgame
 A bunch of young guns in charge who ain't got heart
 A few gave a listen to the lessons that was taught
 Those who took heed was the ones who succeeded
 The ones who didn't wound up sharing showers
 The strong move silent, the weak get devoured
 Too many fake hustlers, the drug game is sour
 Rather live like a animal than die like a coward
 Writing lyrics in the midst of
 My niggas sniffing powder lines like it's 1989
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 Cause where I'm from, brothers die everyday, sunny CA
 Understand the ecology on how we behave
 Baseheads, drive-bys, it's just how we was raised
 Murder for capital, we got to get paid
 That's the mindstate that boosts the crime rate
 Just lost soulds try'na find their way
 Through this puzzle, every ghetto, N.Y. to L.A.
 Deep inside, I know it's time for a change, wish I could reach them
 But I got both feet in the grave and still sinking
 The environment'll drive you insane, flooded with demons
 They motive is to get in your brain, make you a heathen
 Even have you sniffing cocaine, slanging that reefer
 I know a lot of niggas that pump, they claim they eating
 They need to dumb it down, never seen a hundred thou'
 Loudmouths with loose lips who unloyal
 Fiends smoking out aluminum foil
 Just to cope with life's ills, too much on my mind
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 Just trying to survive in these days and times
 I swear, unity went out the window, what a shame
 Back then we was all kinfolks, it ain't the same
 I dream of that day when little kids can play in the streets
 Not worried about getting hit by strays
 Wish I didn't need herb to calm my nerves
 Wish "peace" was more than just a five-letter word
 It's hard to be optimistic
 When you live on the same block as the killers who just got out of prison
 Still walking with my head up, there got to be something better
 Than this scene of police sirens and paramedics
 That's my philosophy, you feel the same?
 Then follow me; this is the ecology