Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you

Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you

Only thirteen another dream seems unreachable

Reality's a salary morality's unreachable

Look at his environment what stimulates learning

A look in a book or real cash money earning

Yearning for a fast break papes and all that

Hard work is for jerks what kind of life do you call that?

He takes a look around the neighborhood is good and run down

Last night a kid got gunned down 'cause there's money after sundown

Wants to get his share so he dares to take a bold step

Knowing where he's going showing a grill a right and a cold left

He doesn't need school to act a fool and create cash

Getting juice like Tropicana clocking a grand and a fan with each

flash

And smoke from the flamer gaining game at a high rate

Now he spends all his time on a climb to a high state

The Mindstraights

A brief look around reveals the reason for the Mindstraights

Conditioned by living a life that's given to find papes

The only indication of respect success happiness

And if they don't find that they find stress

The quest for the look pollutes the young mind quick

"I've got a target on my back and a gun on my hip"

There's no peel under my heel and I'm not trying to slip

He's straight fighting tooth and nail just to get that grip

He came equipped and flipped on the next one

Gun to face laying waste or just to test one

Run scadaddle or battle and show some heart kid

Or come to where I live and get torn apart quick

It takes just a second of thought to get a knot or shot

Or get caught by a rock or be taught

The rules of respect step the hard not the kind way

He's baffled when he's gaffled by the judge and assigned days