How Ya Livin’ - Low Profile

How Ya Livin' - Low Profile
How ya livin a brother k**l another for a color
Now his family's forced to sit and suffer
Gang violence strikes again the sound of a trigger
News at 11 now it's one less n****r they figure
Self destruction bro you're going low
How can you k**l a person you don't really even know
In jail you played hard until one slapped you silly
Turned you over like a girlie and rode you like a sissy
Trapped behind bars in the middle of nowhere
Doing 10 to 20 braid another brother's hair
On the streets you was d**e you wasn't a joke
Nobody could cope you was the king of the d**e
s***t a brother in a minute man that was your duty
But now you're in jail just giving up the booty
Spread 'em I'ma show you what it's like in a jail
I kick reality this ain't a cricket fairytale
You said you had heart homeboy how do you figure
Can you prove it without keeping your finger on the trigger
You’re a punk a peon a buster bound to run
Never using your fist always grabbing a gun
Trigger happy with the gat brain stiffer than a manikin
Shot an old lady but you claim it was an accident
Drop the sawed off you must be ill in
I got a question homes how ya living
The beat is d**e so I come off smooth no need to yell it
Now what I seen on the streets I gotta tell it
Smokers on the corner at the rock house shack
Trying to scuffle up some money for a 10 piece crack
And this is critical pitiful life has become more difficult
Children on the corner holding automatic pistols
Taught and trained at a young age to k**l another
But the bad thing about it is we're killing each other
Brothers killing brothers over manmade material
It's a like an epidemic better yet venereal
Only if you knew that we was dominant original
We'd be prepared mentally as well as physical
Some say to make it though it's gonna take a miracle
But they can't hold you back brother when you're spiritual
Drop the 40 ounce you must be ill in
Yo Aladdin break it down while I ask 'em how they're living
Let me tell you about this crackhead I know
Booby was a crackhead smoking that dust
Like a fool he was a sucker I never could trust
Used to let him in my house he didn't need no permission
Until my godd**n VCR came up missing
Sprung on the pipe like a fish on a hook
Yo booby got labelled as a neighborhood crook
Seen him with a color TV in his hand
Walking down the streets sparked looking for the d**e man
Skinny as hell from just hitting the pipe
Lost his job his two kids the beautiful wife
He'd sell his mother if you gave him a chance
Long as booby got a piece of crack in his hands
Hey yo you know what's sad or should I say it's a shame
The way c r a c k destroys the brain
Think somebody wanna see these things
Another dumb brother just smoking c***e
Sucking up crack until your lips turn purple
From rehab to rehab you're running in a circle
It's mandatory I touch this category
That's why I made it simple self explanatory
It shouldn't take long for me to state what's on my mind
Why should I sit and write a 10 minute long rhyme
Hey yo drop the 40 ounce you must be ill in
So I conclude this rhyme with how ya living