Average Whiteboy
Bluelighter
(This was written in the traditional rap music form, so if you think you won't like it then don't read it.)
-I was reading some shit about society
-About how it's all fucked up and we got cultural variety
-America, home of the free, the place where opprotunity knocks
-Where some people in certain spots have to duck shots and dodge cops
-This is the place where the popular vote doesn't mean shit
-It's amazing how the electoral college decides who gets to be president
-This is a good example of how our voice does not get heard
-Government supplies the ghettos with liquor and herb
-When an rich person is killed an investigation occurs
-But the cops don't do shit when a minority gets their brains spilled on the curb
-If you think about it that's absurd
-Companies pay minimum wage, just for maximum profit
-But if you look at it, they're the only real hustlers so I can't knock it
-The way I look at it, it seems like a set up
-They say work for less, or sell drugs the government smuggles in, this shit is corrupt
-We got young kids going to school with guns
-Blastin' away, puttin' bullets in innocent ones
-Cats will go far to attain some street fame
-And they get sucked up by the streets, so who's to blame?
-Look at how this one kid, and many others are rasied
-Listen to his story I'm about to tell
-About how he went from being broke to having major money and then straight to hell
-As a kid he saw his mom gettin' high, dad coming home late, if at all
-Dad hitting mom, domestic violence, another 911 call
-The kid got older, and became filled with rage
-Curse his family out and won't listen to what anybody has to say
-Why try to teach him now, it's way too late
-He's 17 right now, with a baby on the way
-Got no job, with no way to support his new seed
-This is a generational curse, don't you see?
-His block hasn't changed, things still look the same
-Drug dealers make more money from hop and cocaine
-Criminals out here are respected and they obtain street fame
-The drug pushers occupy the street corners
-All day long they get hit up by long-time stoners
-Gun dealers do business in the allies
-Fools huddle around like people at rallies
-All kinds of transactions being made, buys, sells and trades
-Guns and ammo of all grades
-Seems like every week somebody dies on the block
-There would be fresh blood on the sidewalk
-But the kid is unfazed
-He jumps in the game, starts to push 'caine
-After many days and many nights of street hustlin' the kid lost sense of reality
-Got a bulletproof vest and he thinks he's obtained immortality
-He then bought a gun as he started moving bigger weight, so he could protect what's his
-Everybody knows that this is the nature of the biz
-Out on the corner, alone late at night, wide eyed like a child
-So deep in the game, he can't trust anybody now
-He looks innocent, but everybody knows he isn't
-Gets approached by two hooded figures, they pull guns, demand his drugs and funds
-Gave up what he had, his robbers fled into the night
-He had his gun, but two against one isn't a fair fight
-Despite the fact that the street corner was lit with poor lighting
-And no witnesses claimed a sighting
-The kid remembered his robber's faces
-He was gonna handle revenge on his own, calling police would result in him catchin' cases
-The beef is on, the next day he's ready to use the chrome
-Prepared to blow out the frame of his robber's domes
-Walking the city blocks, looking for those who did him wrong
-When he finds 'em, he'll do them harm
-Approaching a market on an avenue, he spots the two
-In broad daylight he pulls his gun out and starts blastin' at them and their crew
-He hits who he was gunnin' at, and runs the opposite direction before their crew can blast back
-Gets back to his block, satisfied that he got payback
-The kid watches the news report and finds out he killed one and wounded two others
-The two who he wounded were brothers
-One of his robbers was dead, and the others in the hospital hanging on for life
-But he doesn't care, he got his revenge for what happened the other night
-No clues for the police, and no witnesses to step forward, 'cause the kid played it smart
-He sprayed his gun fast and then retreated through the park
-So nobody could see, so he escaped and remained free
-But the police really didn't care anyway
-Just more dead criminals, so they played it off like there was nothing they could do or say
-The kid is back on the corner, still doing his business
-Word on the street is that nobody knows who the shooter is
-So he feel safe and secure, and a few months go by
-He keeps up his illegal street business, movin' more weight and gettin' high
-But little did he know that his foes were plotting retaliation
-He was too busy giving dopefiends their freebasin' sensation
-Real late one night he was on his corner, waiting to make a transaction
-But this would be the time and place for a different action
-A darkened figure with a hoodie approached him and asked if he had a weed sack
-The kid told the guy he could supply that
-Reached into his pocket, but this was a setup move
-The cat with the hoodie on pulls out a strap and tells him not to move
-Kid sticks his hands out at his sides, and tells the guy he doesn't gotta shoot
-He tells him he can have his drugs and his loot
-But the guy doesn't say anything, but pauses and then pulls his hood back
-He says, "Remember me?" and then he busts a cap
-The kid recognizes his attacker as one of the cats he shot
-A bullet enters his stomach, he forgot to wear his vest and now the kid is bleedin' a lot
-He drops to one knee, but his attacker isn't done
-He puts the gun to his head and busts another one
-The kid is now on the ground, taking his last breaths
-The other guy digs into the kid's pockets, and then shoots again, the kid is certain to meet death
-A Cutlass with 3 passengers swerves to the curb, and the gunmen jumps in
-The kid's blood soaks the corner, this is the end
-Of another young life, 'cause when the paramedics arrive, he has already died
-And the cops have no clue as to who did it and why
-But they figure it's just another minority criminal, so why bother?
-He wasn't anybody important, and he had no mother or father
-So nobody will shed tears, and over the years among his few friends he'll be forgotten
-They'll say it was his own fault 'cause of the shit he got in
-This is just another story about kid tryin' to get money
-Cats laugh about what happened, even though it isn't funny
-He was just another lost soul, now he's six feet deep in a hole
-These are the types of things that make this world so cold
-Society right now is so fast pased
-We want things right now and we're not willing to wait
-We're ready to snap when someone makes a wrong face
-What the hell is happening in this day and age?
-All everybody wants to do is get paid
-Most of the time, nobody cares about anything but money anyway
-It's madness
[ 17 December 2001: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]
-I was reading some shit about society
-About how it's all fucked up and we got cultural variety
-America, home of the free, the place where opprotunity knocks
-Where some people in certain spots have to duck shots and dodge cops
-This is the place where the popular vote doesn't mean shit
-It's amazing how the electoral college decides who gets to be president
-This is a good example of how our voice does not get heard
-Government supplies the ghettos with liquor and herb
-When an rich person is killed an investigation occurs
-But the cops don't do shit when a minority gets their brains spilled on the curb
-If you think about it that's absurd
-Companies pay minimum wage, just for maximum profit
-But if you look at it, they're the only real hustlers so I can't knock it
-The way I look at it, it seems like a set up
-They say work for less, or sell drugs the government smuggles in, this shit is corrupt
-We got young kids going to school with guns
-Blastin' away, puttin' bullets in innocent ones
-Cats will go far to attain some street fame
-And they get sucked up by the streets, so who's to blame?
-Look at how this one kid, and many others are rasied
-Listen to his story I'm about to tell
-About how he went from being broke to having major money and then straight to hell
-As a kid he saw his mom gettin' high, dad coming home late, if at all
-Dad hitting mom, domestic violence, another 911 call
-The kid got older, and became filled with rage
-Curse his family out and won't listen to what anybody has to say
-Why try to teach him now, it's way too late
-He's 17 right now, with a baby on the way
-Got no job, with no way to support his new seed
-This is a generational curse, don't you see?
-His block hasn't changed, things still look the same
-Drug dealers make more money from hop and cocaine
-Criminals out here are respected and they obtain street fame
-The drug pushers occupy the street corners
-All day long they get hit up by long-time stoners
-Gun dealers do business in the allies
-Fools huddle around like people at rallies
-All kinds of transactions being made, buys, sells and trades
-Guns and ammo of all grades
-Seems like every week somebody dies on the block
-There would be fresh blood on the sidewalk
-But the kid is unfazed
-He jumps in the game, starts to push 'caine
-After many days and many nights of street hustlin' the kid lost sense of reality
-Got a bulletproof vest and he thinks he's obtained immortality
-He then bought a gun as he started moving bigger weight, so he could protect what's his
-Everybody knows that this is the nature of the biz
-Out on the corner, alone late at night, wide eyed like a child
-So deep in the game, he can't trust anybody now
-He looks innocent, but everybody knows he isn't
-Gets approached by two hooded figures, they pull guns, demand his drugs and funds
-Gave up what he had, his robbers fled into the night
-He had his gun, but two against one isn't a fair fight
-Despite the fact that the street corner was lit with poor lighting
-And no witnesses claimed a sighting
-The kid remembered his robber's faces
-He was gonna handle revenge on his own, calling police would result in him catchin' cases
-The beef is on, the next day he's ready to use the chrome
-Prepared to blow out the frame of his robber's domes
-Walking the city blocks, looking for those who did him wrong
-When he finds 'em, he'll do them harm
-Approaching a market on an avenue, he spots the two
-In broad daylight he pulls his gun out and starts blastin' at them and their crew
-He hits who he was gunnin' at, and runs the opposite direction before their crew can blast back
-Gets back to his block, satisfied that he got payback
-The kid watches the news report and finds out he killed one and wounded two others
-The two who he wounded were brothers
-One of his robbers was dead, and the others in the hospital hanging on for life
-But he doesn't care, he got his revenge for what happened the other night
-No clues for the police, and no witnesses to step forward, 'cause the kid played it smart
-He sprayed his gun fast and then retreated through the park
-So nobody could see, so he escaped and remained free
-But the police really didn't care anyway
-Just more dead criminals, so they played it off like there was nothing they could do or say
-The kid is back on the corner, still doing his business
-Word on the street is that nobody knows who the shooter is
-So he feel safe and secure, and a few months go by
-He keeps up his illegal street business, movin' more weight and gettin' high
-But little did he know that his foes were plotting retaliation
-He was too busy giving dopefiends their freebasin' sensation
-Real late one night he was on his corner, waiting to make a transaction
-But this would be the time and place for a different action
-A darkened figure with a hoodie approached him and asked if he had a weed sack
-The kid told the guy he could supply that
-Reached into his pocket, but this was a setup move
-The cat with the hoodie on pulls out a strap and tells him not to move
-Kid sticks his hands out at his sides, and tells the guy he doesn't gotta shoot
-He tells him he can have his drugs and his loot
-But the guy doesn't say anything, but pauses and then pulls his hood back
-He says, "Remember me?" and then he busts a cap
-The kid recognizes his attacker as one of the cats he shot
-A bullet enters his stomach, he forgot to wear his vest and now the kid is bleedin' a lot
-He drops to one knee, but his attacker isn't done
-He puts the gun to his head and busts another one
-The kid is now on the ground, taking his last breaths
-The other guy digs into the kid's pockets, and then shoots again, the kid is certain to meet death
-A Cutlass with 3 passengers swerves to the curb, and the gunmen jumps in
-The kid's blood soaks the corner, this is the end
-Of another young life, 'cause when the paramedics arrive, he has already died
-And the cops have no clue as to who did it and why
-But they figure it's just another minority criminal, so why bother?
-He wasn't anybody important, and he had no mother or father
-So nobody will shed tears, and over the years among his few friends he'll be forgotten
-They'll say it was his own fault 'cause of the shit he got in
-This is just another story about kid tryin' to get money
-Cats laugh about what happened, even though it isn't funny
-He was just another lost soul, now he's six feet deep in a hole
-These are the types of things that make this world so cold
-Society right now is so fast pased
-We want things right now and we're not willing to wait
-We're ready to snap when someone makes a wrong face
-What the hell is happening in this day and age?
-All everybody wants to do is get paid
-Most of the time, nobody cares about anything but money anyway
-It's madness
[ 17 December 2001: Message edited by: Average Whiteboy ]
