Artist: Guru f/ Junior Reid, Prodigal Sunn Album: Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3 * Streetsoul Song: Mashin' Up Da World Typed by: ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com [Junior Reid] Sound your horn! Stiggetty-yooour-higgety-horrron Yeah! Sound your horn, boy! You see.. Dem want to kill de youths Kill de youths and Kings dead first at eleven Never tell de youths that Pokemon be the settin' Never tell de youths send down to earth be the endin' Now look what I did.. [Chorus: Junior Reid] Mashin' Up Da Earth ghetto youths they wanna destroy but what peace must sanctify we if they use them guns for toys? Do you ever spend a night in an Upstate prison before? Not to mention Riker's Island to see dem youths dem sleepin' on the floor [Guru] Check the cycle God ended what's the fate of this planet? Black on black love and hate's got my people frantic Peep the criminal mind the subliminal line Such difficult times automatic pistols and glock nines I wish I could stop time for the cat who drop dime Thinkin' about his lifeline A young man told me that my wise words saved his life It made me feel good made me feel real good Back in the day I used to steal goods Dreams without means is like a lack of self-esteem or lack of CREAM I go for delf or roll out for the team [Chorus 2X line 1 only] [Prodigal Sunn] Feel the pain of the ghetto through a teardrop my peers stop and listen from eighteen years Muslim and Christian We all face conviction in this moment of oppression The world is like infection on this block we confessin' I use my mind as a weapon Like I told my brothers Glock and Snub Ain't No Half-Steppin' We gotta live Heaven and watch our seeds taste the blessin' I learned my lesson 'bout havin' snakes around my crew Now I know the evil that men do and bitches too We had thought by our riches some called thugs and snitches Through the different timeframes kid, I watched crime change In the time of fame my man is like crack/cocaine but through the black rain I seen many suffer in pain We go for gain and pain now they rock some fat gold chains Iced-out name perform a concert, sellin' out in Maine Own the properties and all types of things Some say the drug game and the music game is all the same [Junior Reid] Ooh.. Pray for the youths said me nah gon' cry.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. [Chorus line one only] [Guru] We can no longer put all the blame on the man For those sellin' out I'm sayin', "Shame on the man" For those fallin' victim I'm sayin', "Make a new plan" And for those that need a way I'm sayin', "Take my hand" See this mental slavery causes rash behavior, G And I have to say for me that I wish it would all stop Before we become extinct before we all drop And R.I.P. to the rappers that's been slain And R.I.P. to the fine young men who've lost their lives I feel the pain And do you know what it's like to lose a loved one? It makes you numb especially when it's over somethin' small but ain't no fun I lose four friends in one year I could feel them watchin' over me see their faces still Some clear and some fear what's out there For me I have no time to and may I remind you This is a corrupted world of our design, du' Peep my discussion no one can changes these things but us, son We didn't ask for the liquor, crack and guns We didn't ask for the poor eduction and lack of funds but I know one thing none of us wanna die but still we're Mashin' Up this World and I don't know why [Chorus line one only] [Chorus] [Junior Reid] Ooh.. Pray for the youths said me nah gon' cry.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. Mom and Dad wipe the tears from ya eyes.. Ooh.. Pray for the youths said me nah gon' cry.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. Riot in the prison Rikers Island When a gust of G-P-E Babylon will stand to see So the sentence can't be free Ooh-ooh-ooh.. Ooh.. Pray for the youths said me nah gon' cry.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. Ooh-ooh-ooh.. [Chorus line one only] [Chorus] [Junior Reid] Ooh.. Pray for the youths said me nah gon' cry.. Ooh-ooh-ooh..