Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Victim, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Victim |
| Just another victim of the… victim of the ghetto |
| Just Another victim, that’s how it goes, ooh |
| Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day |
| Adolescence working for small pay |
| World so little he could never leave his block |
| His home bullet-riddled so he always need his Glock |
| He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking |
| Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking |
| Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools |
| Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school |
| There’s no diploma that can break you from the coma |
| Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry |
| On the corner hyenas amongst me |
| Yapping 'bout the stories they be hearing, always swearing |
| Can’t even spell the shit that he be wearing |
| Caught up in the silk web of material |
| Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that’s the issue |
| The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming |
| Screaming how we never hold positions, that’s the meaning |
| Mothers of murder victims share the same grief |
| The elderly shake their head in disbelief |
| And no relief came 'til I aimed |
| And blast one shot and left my name… the GZA |
| Just another victim of the… victim of the ghetto |
| Just Another victim, that’s how it goes, ooh |
| My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks |
| On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops |
| And cops watch innocent niggas roaming in flocks |
| Romanism in tops, papers and knots |
| Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot |
| To get money knots some funny niggas act like |
| They could pop Glocks and those who can’t cop |
| Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot |
| Babies struggling to become someone because their parent’s not |
| Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle |
| When the devils uncivil society and die free |
| With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists |
| The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch |
| And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus |
| Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces |
| Children molested within these pest-infested buildings |
| Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings |
| Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling |
| «Please somebody save me, please somebody save me» |
| Just another victim of the… victim of the ghetto |
| Just Another victim, that’s how it goes, ooh |
| Just another… just another… victim of the ghetto |