Illegal Tender

Why do i walk down the block and see these real young kids, Shooting guns, repping rags, and not scared to do bids, Life is short, i dont support, none of that negative image, At that age, i was full of rage, but i was home eating spinach, No disrespect, but i expect, from all of the parents to do better, Dont let them go, let them know, the streets are the tester, You might leave the house one way and might not come back another, Locked up 12 years off and on was my lil brother, Its no joke, the streets spoke, to this kid as a young'en, Got hooked on drugs, started to bug, stealing from people and runnin, Once they're gone it's hard to get them back so stay on them from jump, Or they'll be fighting in the streets holding that 12 gauge pump, You'll be nervous up all night thinking that a cop's going to knock, Cause your kid got shot, or he/she got caught on the corner selling that rock, Your stomach turning, eyes are burning, cause you arent getting any sleep, Thats your child but you're his/her friend, and now they're in the streets deep.