Times Still the Same

It's so hard in the city/no pitty/In search still for better days/confusion on praise/God or money/In the hood it all seems funny/This life we lead/our generation became a rare breed/Surrounded by greed/And blood shed/Lost seeds/Look through the papers/Brenda still throwing her baby/These times grown shady/Still left with a Black Maybe/More babies without daddy/The game has really flip/Trying to get a grip/shit is really a trip/but before we flee computer chips/We gotta deal with brothras flipping/PAC & I see you trying to hide/Hoping that nobody don't notice/You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless/See ya black like me/So you snap like me/When these devils try to plot/And Trap our young black seeds