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