[Verse 1]     (Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to  the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)     No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes open  Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's still smokin'  Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway  Now the posse's on my trail, they say I'm gonna pay (Run!)  I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it  Out with my crew, the boys caught some static  Me and this sucker punk went at it  Bang! Nine automatic     Hunted Child  I'm the Hunted Child     [Verse 2]     (Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central  Los Angeles)     Now I'm on a hideout tip cos they're after me  LAPD says they're gonna capture me  Was I crazy? I guess I had to be  Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe  Your whole life is over (Through!)  Forget about your girl your (Crew!)  Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?  Be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you     The Hunted Child  I'm the Hunted Child  Hunted Child  I'm the Hunted Child     [Verse 3]    I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man  But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man  When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man  But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man  My homeboys dipped out the back fast  Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast  Everybody saw my face, I didn't wear a mask  You wanna know my name? Just ask     The Hunted Child  I'm the Hunted Child  Hunted Child  I'm the Hunted Child     (The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets  today with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin')     [Verse 4]     I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TV  Everybody in this whole world's after me  Since I was young I never had a damned thing  At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring  Cos in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dime  Your mother's standin' in the welfare line  The way the youth survive is crime  My life is over so I might as well speak my mind  I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill  Cos what I call home you call hell  My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell  But there's a message in this story that I'm tryna tell  We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers  This system has us geared to kill one another  Sellin' dope to poison each other  The plan of The Man, word to the mother  But I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan  187, I killed a brother man  My life on Earth was hell, you understand?  But when I die I'm goin' to hell again     I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child The  Hunted Child     I'm the Hunted Child     I'm the Hunted Child