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I walk down the street, yo pick any one
I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun
I said, "little homeboy what's up with the glock 19? "
He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life
And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe
I said, "guilt will let him know what he did
And you don't need to go to jail, you're just a kid.
Give me the gun little g, just cool it down.
You've got a lot to live for you're college bound."
And so he screams and cries, we start huggin
On the corner in ft. greene, we're buggin
Tears drip as we walk to the crib
And i'ma try to be there to comfort the kid
I woke up it's a brand new day
Little man blew himself away
And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn
And I'm lost in the storm

Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand
The conspiracy upon the first man
Death to the klan pump the fists that's connected
To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand
And the plan to conserve this confused violent land
Different races, faces share the same spaces
Sewed by arrogant laces
Taste t his peace is real sweet
Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak
Will be done before the sun starts to nova
Or we'll be over
Reveal the passion button now hit it
Cause no one is born a bigot
Delete what you have engraved in your mind
And throw up the peace sign
And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm

Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three
With no p-e, a-c-e
It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin
Find the music of peace and start rappin
The answer lies in your hearts then your minds
And maybe then we can save human kind
Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one
But a woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist crew
Without death cause that will be illogical
Peace will cover every newspaper article
So now then, where do we start
Everybody knows they have to play a part
Open your minds and clear your minds
And throw up the peace signs
Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn
Or be lost in the storm
I walk down the street, yo pick any one   I see a little ruffneck kid with a gun   I said, "little homeboy what's up with the glock 19? "   He said a damn crack fiend just went and took his mama's life   And now the kid's over there smoking the pipe   I said, "guilt will let him know what he did   And you don't need to go to jail, you're just a kid.   Give me the gun little g, just cool it down.   You've got a lot to live for you're college bound."   And so he screams and cries, we start huggin   On the corner in ft. greene, we're buggin   Tears drip as we walk to the crib   And i'ma try to be there to comfort the kid   I woke up it's a brand new day   Little man blew himself away   And I'm scorned, an emotional thorn   And I'm lost in the storm      Well back in the hood, understood, I mean understand   The conspiracy upon the first man   Death to the klan pump the fists that's connected   To the elbow joined by cartilage to the dark hand   And the plan to conserve this confused violent land   Different races, faces share the same spaces   Sewed by arrogant laces   Taste t his peace is real sweet   Extra reasoning seasoning to the weak   Will be done before the sun starts to nova   Or we'll be over   Reveal the passion button now hit it   Cause no one is born a bigot   Delete what you have engraved in your mind   And throw up the peace sign   And maybe be reborn or be lost in the storm      Well it's ninety-two we will make it to ninety-three   With no p-e, a-c-e   It won't happen so stop your damn finger tappin   Find the music of peace and start rappin   The answer lies in your hearts then your minds   And maybe then we can save human kind   Put away the guns and have fun was a strong motto in ninety-one   But a woodstock ninety-two the many join the few to delete the racist crew   Without death cause that will be illogical   Peace will cover every newspaper article   So now then, where do we start   Everybody knows they have to play a part   Open your minds and clear your minds   And throw up the peace signs   Cause to scorn, be reborn, everybody let's be reborn   Or be lost in the storm