Drama lyrics

Artist  : Genius-gza 
Song : Drama



 Send "Drama" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   Talkin bout drama

 

 I met a young brother, how young about eight

 He seemed intelligent and rather quite
straight

 I greeted him, and struck a conversation

 To see if the youngster had some
self-motivation

 Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya
be

 He said I be soon coming off the currency

 I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's
brother

 Who has a condo he shares with his baby's
mother

 He said a condo beats my apartment

 With no lights and no gas and much backed up
rent

 No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty
rats

 That'll eat up the average alleycat

 He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty

 I said word, I know and it bothers me

 Cuz we are the victims, of a situation

 How wicked man, seperated

 a nation and got us cold-killin off one
another

 (Word-word, to the mother)

 It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July

 Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very
high

 For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot

 I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a
shot

 So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a
trap

 Could this be the place marked X on the map?

 Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting
gallery

 So I start to seek for a better salary

 So I can escape from where, from this ghetto
life area

 Cause everyday you're getting scarier

 *blam blam* and scarier and scarier

 Causing mass hysteria, it's drama

 Talkin bout drama

 

 Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless

 Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long
list

 From not having shelter, and out on the
street

 without a job and days without a bite to eat

 Yo I feel for those, but here's another side

 about some more people that's living on the
outside

 Because of the fact that they chose the wrong
way

 And it took em on a trip for a long day

 Got to the point you started stealing from your
house

 Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse

 Your family's upset and you've got to go

 When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting
snow

 And then you're on the train with a cup in your
hand

 Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand

 Then after you run that game for a while

 You start sucking up tokens from out the
turnstile

 Are you that desperate, just to get a hit

 Is it so effective that you won't quit, and
yo

 Why do you come to me crying the blues?

 About you can't get a job well go sell some
street news

 Then you can get straight and be real

 But you'd rather rob and steal

 And that's drama

 Talkin bout drama

 Not wonderama

 But I'm talkin bout drama

 Here what I'm sayin?

 I'm not talkin bout your mama

 Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama

 

 Shaolin fist versus the llama

 Talkin bout drama