Destined to live thru tymes of lies and controvesial grins...
contemplating and excape from uncertain plans and politically-correct sins//
resting my eyes to open and find the cries of a once happy youth...
investigations of child murders closed due to lack of proof//
my conclusion to problems of this world has yet to be the solution...

cuz day after day I wake to news of further-situations....
hit-n-runs tymly searchin to lead to another closed investigation//
pondering-y-pathetic fools choose to make us loose whats left of our youth...
but yet we could count on the few females to produce more cuz they become victims or what u call prostitues//

determining ya lfe behind barz cuz they cant find the white men....
but yall brothers are easily identified and punished for the crime of the next man//
Why?? cuz ya pants hang low and ya hat slightly tilted to the side...
durag sometimes in your pocket and them glances by passers yall cant never let slide//
is our destiny truly determined by our youth or did your parents decide your fate for you?....

i find it hard to believe that we hold the key to what becomes of our lives...
cuz what we do today our ancestors did b4 and they were told the same "Next Generation" lies//

and seriously a lil weed dont mean im destined to die...
and because i helped murder a nicca dont mean jail is where i should lye//
and teenage pregnancy after the third abortion dont mean dont mean ima hoe..
im just following what i see on TV and what i watch on the street cuz that i know//
so what is truly my destiny?