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   'cause 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   'cause 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   'cause 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