Artist: Akrobatik Album: Absolute Value Song: Front Steps Pt II (Tough Love) Typed by: PDog1217@aol.com [Intro - Akrobatik - talking] HAAAA ... Back on the front steps, you know what I'm sayin? City done took away the jobs from all the youngins Cats got nothin to do and shit Shit is whack man The summer days be hot (yeah) Shit [Verse 1 - Akrobatik] Yo, to my niggaz on the block, hangin out on the stoop With your team you slang with and your little rap groups (uh) Notorious throughout the low income neighborhoods Accused as the reason why the hood'll always stay the hood Organized to set up the trap, to set up the raps But what if you organized your people dog, imagine that You could be a young entrepreneur, never wantin for more When po' come through, you not duckin to the corner store They make us hate each other, by keepin us poor But if you got your shit legit, tell 'em "fuck you!" They shit outta luck too Long as you pay your federal and state They gotta keep their filthy hands off your general estate Take it from a brother that been there, we in here People livin in the hood, in prison, and in fear Same thing they did to the Jews after the Holocaust (what?) Stuff us in the ghettos and then we all are lost And when we riot, they won't care about the dollars lost (uh) They sippin cocktails, while we throw the Molotovs [Break - Cuts by DJ Jayceooh] "Kick the truth to the young black, black, black" "Kick the truth to the young black youth, youth, black youth" [Akrobatik - talking behind Break] What, yo tough love Yo, listen [Verse 2 - Akrobatik] My high school had no black teachers (true) And very few students, who had similar features That's where I caught my very first glimpse of how they do us (yep) The privileged are learnin how to be entrepreneurs While we die in the sewers And the gutters, murkin each other with box-cutters From one man's sin, the whole block suffers Streets are floodin with the tears of distraught mothers We have been trained to believe we are not brothers You wouldn't say shit to Ted Danson But if a brother's black, we act like Charles Manson (Manson) What the fuck happened to advancin? (uh) See, heads is too concerned with romancin the stone Cook it up and serve it, then your hood rep's blown But when po' enter the zone and handcuffs are shown And your shorty's left alone at home with no pops And mama you was tappin ain't givin you no props (props) That bus is takin you up north with no stops And you getting hosed down and laughed at by cops (uh) You sayin that's the way you want to live, dude? (word?) Never getting pussy and you eat what they give you This ain't no war on drugs, it's a war on thugs They supply the guns, we supply the bodies with slugs (slugs) Most of these crack-dealer rappers is herbs See they 35, married, and they livin in the 'burbs (true indeed) Makin money off of your lifestyle But you idolize 'em cause they move units and that's wild (wild) These labels ain't fuckin with you if you ain't coachable These labels ain't fuckin with you if you ain't approachable You see, there's more to life than rap and crack sales (sales) But that info ain't made readily available to black males They shut down the conscious rastas But talk about being a pimp, you'll get an Oscar I'm sick of seeing y'all locked up and killed And if the O.G.'s don't tell you, tell me who the fuck will? Tough love, tough love, tough love, tough love, tough love Yeah, kick the truth to the young black youth, what? [Outro - Cuts by DJ Jayceooh] "Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick the truth, truth" "Kick the truth to the young black youth, youth" "Kick, kick, kick the truth, truth, truth" "To the, to the young black youth, youth" "To the youth, to the young black youth" "To the young, young black youth" "To the young black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black youth" "Black youth, black youth, black youth ..."