Crime and Punishment

I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yangin the young for their products and profits
The pushers keep pushin on
D and on Jump
StreetPushin the passive pill, so ya dont need
Kids makin bids with nines in their goose downs
Cause college is pricey and some brothers aint got none
You try to discern between truth and suggestion
But they bid for your
ID via fear of rejection
All I see is outfits and attitudes, congenial criminality
The hidden agenda is a psychic necessity
Hungry minds so sad in the hearts of darkness
Manifesting some forms of natural impatience
Deaf Macbeth, scar city, the slasher
Enveloping the
B-Boy, the ***** and the thrasher
Looking to be judged but when judged by the book
Son youre running to the hook, get the heck out
Back with the funk hits
Uncle Huey is back with the funk hits
And the F.
L.C. is coming to grips with a fist full of funk hits
Check it out
I got the feel good hit of the year
I got two thumbs up and
I stuck em in his ear
The man stepped to me, he wouldnt let it end though
So I threw his ass out the
Roxy Deli window
I aint pushin no party,
I aint meddlin in
SaudiBut I think its ****** up, what the federal has laid on me
Ive been watchin the news, youre forcing people
To choose between the lesser of two evils, my red, white, and blue
The deceivers deceiving because the people believe him
Now the troopsllbe bleedin and their mamas will be grieving
So keep on payin your taxes, when you dont know the facts
Let the contracts get backed, while your conscience relaxes
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness
Yeah, I pity the punks that partake in the madness