GZA - Drama video free download

Album: Words from the Genius

Year: 1991

Track: 12

Track Produced By: Easy Mo Bee

Samples: None

Lyrics:

Talkin bout drama

I met a young brother, how young about eight

He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight

I greeted him, and struck a conversation

To see if the youngster had some self-motivation

Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be

He said I be soon coming off the currency

I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother

Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother

He said a condo beats my apartment

With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent

No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats

That'll eat up the average alleycat

He said yeeahhhh boyyyeee, that's poverty

I said word, I know and it bothers me

Cuz we are the victims, of a situation

How wicked man, seperated

a nation and got us cold-killin off one another

(Word-word, to the mother)

It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July

Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high

For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot

I'm often woke up, from the alarming sound of a shot

So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap

Could this be the place marked X on the map?

Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery

So I start to seek for a better salary

So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area

Cause everyday you're getting scarier

*blam blam* and scarier and scarier

Causing mass hysteria, it's drama

Talkin bout drama

Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless

Cuz I can see that they suffer from a long list

From not having shelter, and out on the street

without a job and days without a bite to eat

Yo I feel for those, but here's another side

about some more people that's living on the outside

Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way

And it took em on a trip for a long day

Got to the point you started stealing from your house

Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse

Your family's upset and you've got to go

When it's, five, below and we're ex-pecting snow

And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand

Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand

Then after you run that game for a while

You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile

Are you that desperate, just to get a hit

Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo

Why do you come to me crying the blues?

About you can't get a job well go sell some street news

Then you can get straight and be real

But you'd rather rob and steal

And that's drama

Talkin bout drama

Not wonderama

But I'm talkin bout drama

Here what I'm sayin?

I'm not talkin bout your mama

Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama

Shaolin fist versus the llama

Talkin bout drama