The Hunted Child Lyrics

The Hunted Child lyrics

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