FASHAWN - The Ecology lyrics

rate me

Underage girls having seeds at the age of seventeen

Baby daddies signing up for the marines

Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams

Fuck peace, niggas is purchasing red beams

P89s, Glocks, AR15s

It gets so hot, cops don't want to intervene

Cause they can get popped too, simple and plain

All the OGs dead, it's a new ballgame

A bunch of young guns in charge who ain't got heart

A few gave a listen to the lessons that was taught

Those who took heed was the ones who succeeded

The ones who didn't wound up sharing showers

The strong move silent, the weak get devoured

Too many fake hustlers, the drug game is sour

Rather live like a animal than die like a coward

Writing lyrics in the midst of

My niggas sniffing powder lines like it's 1989

Just trying to survive in these days and times

Just trying to survive in these days and times

Just trying to survive in these days and times

Cause where I'm from, brothers die everyday, sunny CA

Understand the ecology on how we behave

Baseheads, drive-bys, it's just how we was raised

Murder for capital, we got to get paid

That's the mindstate that boosts the crime rate

Just lost soulds try'na find their way

Through this puzzle, every ghetto, N.Y. to L.A.

Deep inside, I know it's time for a change, wish I could reach them

But I got both feet in the grave and still sinking

The environment'll drive you insane, flooded with demons

They motive is to get in your brain, make you a heathen

Even have you sniffing cocaine, slanging that reefer

I know a lot of niggas that pump, they claim they eating

They need to dumb it down, never seen a hundred thou'

Loudmouths with loose lips who unloyal

Fiends smoking out aluminum foil

Just to cope with life's ills, too much on my mind

Just trying to survive in these days and times

Just trying to survive in these days and times

Just trying to survive in these days and times

I swear, unity went out the window, what a shame

Back then we was all kinfolks, it ain't the same

I dream of that day when little kids can play in the streets

Not worried about getting hit by strays

Wish I didn't need herb to calm my nerves

Wish "peace" was more than just a five-letter word

It's hard to be optimistic

When you live on the same block as the killers who just got out of prison

Still walking with my head up, there got to be something better

Than this scene of police sirens and paramedics

That's my philosophy, you feel the same?

Then follow me; this is the ecology