Hard heads leading to wooden beds
Streets in the black communities laced up in red
Each day it's becoming even harder to keep up with the dead

Too many of our children want to be adults too fast
I Had A Dream last night, but it didn't last
It was interrupted by multiple gun blasts

So let us dissect the truth
Get deeper to the root
What is making our black youths shoot?

Is it too many broken homes with not enough hugs,
Because mommy and daddy were on drugs,
And the gangs were the only place that they got love?

I don't buy into this one bit
Those excuses I listed above are bullshit
And you know it

So while you continue to do nothing
I'll continue to tell what I see
And from my tits of knowledge I'll continue to breastfeed

So let these words warm your heart like a quilt
Allow my love to rub the minds of our youth like silk
Knowledge is the key... Do you want milk?