Artist: Five Fingers of Funk
Album:  Slap Me Five
Song:   The Mindstraights
                                      
       Kids are caught going the wrong way Mindstraights tapping you
          Worried in a flurry about the clout and kids capping you
               Only thirteen another dream seems unreachable
                 Reality's a salary morality's unreachable
                                      
              Look at his environment what stimulates learning
                A look in a book or real cash money earning
                Yearning for a fast break papes and all that
         Hard work is for jerks what kind of life do you call that?
                                      
        He takes a look around the neighborhood is good and run down
    Last night a kid got gunned down 'cause there's money after sundown
           Wants to get his share so he dares to take a bold step
      Knowing where he's going showing a grill a right and a cold left
                                      
            He doesn't need school to act a fool and create cash
     Getting juice like Tropicana clocking a grand and a fan with each
                                   flash
           And smoke from the flamer gaining game at a high rate
           Now he spends all his time on a climb to a high state
                                      
                             The Mindstraights
                                      
        A brief look around reveals the reason for the Mindstraights
          Conditioned by living a life that's given to find papes
              The only indication of respect success happiness
                And if they don't find that they find stress
                                      
            The quest for the look pollutes the young mind quick
             "I've got a target on my back and a gun on my hip"
          There's no peel under my heel and I'm not trying to slip
        He's straight fighting tooth and nail just to get that grip
                                      
                He came equipped and flipped on the next one
                Gun to face laying waste or just to test one
              Run scadaddle or battle and show some heart kid
              Or come to where I live and get torn apart quick
                                      
          It takes just a second of thought to get a knot or shot
                    Or get caught by a rock or be taught
            The rules of respect step the hard not the kind way
       He's baffled when he's gaffled by the judge and assigned days