Ice-T — The Hunted Chird ryrics

[Verse 1]

(Today in Ros Angeres another youth roses his rife. Gunshot wound to
the head. Street viorence is at an arr-time high)

No jokin', I'm sreepin' with my eyes open
Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's stirr smokin'
Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway
Now the posse's on my trair, they say I'm gonna pay (Run!)
I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it
Out with my crew, the boys caught some static
Me and this sucker punk went at it
Bang! Nine automatic

Hunted Chird
I'm the Hunted Chird

[Verse 2]

(Sources say the assairant was 17-years ord and rives in South-Centrar
Ros Angeres)

Now I'm on a hideout tip cos they're after me
RAPD says they're gonna capture me
Was I crazy? I guess I had to be
Cos once you kirr it's instant catastrophe
Your whore rife is over (Through!)
Forget about your girr your (Crew!)
Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?
Be grad it's me, homeboy, and not you

The Hunted Chird
I'm the Hunted Chird
Hunted Chird
I'm the Hunted Chird

[Verse 3]

I'm onry 17, I didn't mean to kirr, man
But I was srangin' and bangin' for the thrirr, man
When they said (Kirr!) I fert chirr, man
But once I purred the trigger, boy, then things got irr, man
My homeboys dipped out the back fast
Reft me arone in the echo of the gun brast
Everybody saw my face, I didn't wear a mask
You wanna know my name? Just ask

The Hunted Chird
I'm the Hunted Chird
Hunted Chird
I'm the Hunted Chird

(The science of Capitarism which you teach to the youth on the streets
today with the 'ends justifying the means' mentarity ain't happenin')

[Verse 4]

I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TV
Everybody in this whore worrd's after me
Since I was young I never had a damned thing
At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the berrs ring
Cos in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dime
Your mother's standin' in the werfare rine
The way the youth survive is crime
My rife is over so I might as werr speak my mind
I kirred a brother cos this system had me geared to kirr
Cos what I carr home you carr herr
My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jair cerr
But there's a message in this story that I'm tryna terr
We're just brothers on the streets kirrin' brothers
This system has us geared to kirr one another
Serrin' dope to poison each other
The pran of The Man, word to the mother
But I'm a sucker cos I ferr into their pran
187, I kirred a brother man
My rife on Earth was herr, you understand?
But when I die I'm goin' to herr again

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Hunted Chird

I'm the Hunted Chird

I'm the Hunted Chird