[REPORTER speaking] “We don’t want to do anything to scare children, we don’t want to scare anybody. That’s the last thing we want to do.”
[Bryann T comes in] INTRO The house surrounded by the police and the k9, brought indictments for trafficking across the state lines. The children crying while the police take the daddy out. Was it really worth everything that your family lost?
{bridge}That’s what happens when you riding in the wrong lane. Ain’t no future when you caught up in the dope game. Simple minded for real-eel… Bеtter be wiser for rеal-eel…
[1st verse] State dropped the case, feds picked it up. Family tried to tell him, leave the game, give it up. He loves this lifestyle, stayin’ up like a night owl. Come N go, as he wanna’, no need for a 9-5. Now, he had a drug-dealer dream, make everybody rich on his drug-dealin’ team. Powder and ammunition equal dope boy ambition, painted by hustlas’, is clearly just superstition. With flat screens on the wall in every room, that’s how you livin’? To a pod with 60 men now sharin’ 1 television? Was it worth it? They skippin’ church on Sunday now, every day’s a lunch tray, where they only give you one tray
[Chorus]The one without the glasses, always seems to be the blindest. The one that acts the foolish, always thinks that he’s the wisest. The rich ones, the greedy ones, always stingy with the bag. The purest one’s the poor one, sharing everything he has. You only get one life, so better watch how you live it. You better turn to Christ, because you’ll regret it if you didn’t. They caught him slippin’ when he stepped out of his mom’s house, retaliation for some drama, he knew nothin’ ‘bout. Now his families cryin’ while they zip the body up. This world is evil, no one cares, like please don’t bother us…
{bridge}That’s what happens when you riding in the wrong lane. Ain’t no future when you out here trying to gang bang. Simple minded for real-eel… Better be wiser for real-eel…
[2nd verse] Color red, color flag, it’s a dress code. Body bag, body bag, it’s a death toll. Call it sad, it’s so sad they lose they neck though. Same story told, you know how the rest goes. It’s like we’re living to, sit and sign the signature, they wouldn’t study scripture, but they studied the street literature?!? It’s sad to see how many die, and when they do, they mad inside. Stand around the casket, while the homie’s droppin’ flags inside. This is how you honor dead? Pour a little liquor out? Reminisce a couple minutes, then you pull the pistols out?!? Time to hit the other side, time to give ‘em tit for tat… Sad thing about though, is you might not be comin’ back. This time they was waitin’ for you, choppers in the bushes, they had lookouts on the corner, you didn’t know someone was lookin’…
[end Chorus] The one without the glasses, always seems to be the blindest. The one that acts the foolish, always thinks that he’s the wisest. The rich ones, the greedy ones, always stingy with the bag. The purest one’s the poor one, sharing everything he has. You only get one life, so better watch how you live it. You better turn to Christ, because you’ll regret it if you didn’t. Simple minded for real-eal… Better be wiser for real-eel…
[outro] They said choose life and not death, you know the difference between good and evil. Simple Minded… I’ve got to be wiser
