K38 - Mr. J. Medeiros

Back at it again as if it hadn’t have been

That of a trend for the atom in men to split

Yeah I got my habits to kick

But I gather my grip adamant

For why would you ever fathom to quit

Battling this logic twisted

Head nodding to misogynistic tones

Robbing our blocks of gifted kids quick to sit at home

With fitted lids that don’t fit they dome

They outfitted in chrome

Get the rims the new key-less features

The dogs with they muzzles off

And I don’t know if it’s a sin to wear two Jesus pieces

But I know that we been double-crossed

How you full grown talking how you squeezing pieces

When you that you would shy away

From the truth you just an old man in a booth

Its 9 youth that will die today

I rhyme this way this way for the left for dead

Who copy the big screen and get dressed in lead

Shot when she was 16 one in the chest two in the head

It’s a sick dream for us to want to rest instead

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

I’m sorry sista

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

I’m growing up

Hurt her through the rhyme

Skirt it through designer fashion

Deferred her dreams to find her murdered

Be it crime of passion

Refer to scenes behind the words

To see what finally happened

Turned to mindless action

Time to redefine whats masculine

Are we to find the mask of men

Speechless and rendered silent

Beaten minds, the acts of kin

Repeatin gender violence

We see the signs and we deny any involvement

Like the 38 describes it ain’t a 38 revolver

It’s a dirty way to solve the tiny problem of conviction

To hurry and tape the mouths of anybody trying to listen

Cus surly they would respond to the bodies on television

These oddities selling visions of sodomy telling children

That these women are all objects an inanimate prop

It don’t help me to see the problem

And not demand it to stop

I abandon the flock

Who thinks Hip-Hop is bigger then humanity

Stop and think if Pac or Biggie’s type of vanity

Got your family caught in crisis

The man on T.V. who taught your kids what life is

Or what a wife is, what a gun and a knife is

They teach you how to fight

But come on how do we fight this?

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Im sorry sista

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Got to get it right

Im growing up