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PROBLEM CHILD

3rd Bass
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Juveniles won't smile, vials are reckless Sexless, raceless, souls unrespected Hooligans and street urchins lurkin' Doin' hoods and neighborhoods worst person Razors hit 'em if the pushers are perverse Butchers cut like cold cuts, the mind works Wise are weak on the weary and the wicked Plagues the city streets swell and evil fitted Man verse man, the haves against have-nots House a kid for grips, leave him in his socks Precedence of decadence is put out Scrambled hands full of merchandise he got out Took a take and a picture figured strife Subsisting on the minimal fruits of life Attitudes are skewed from the right pile Introduction of a character problem child Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Kids makin' bids cause they're products, so what? You still get left with a donut No such luck in the scams that make paper Skidding off the edge, you're portrayed as a faker Fakin' the plans like the plans of mice and men Lands a man a chance at one to ten But the man ain't old enough to legally drink And guess what, punk? Your shit still stink Now you're perp the role, the role of Frank Nitti He ain't a hero cause he landed on the roof of a Chevy So play the life of untouchable The fast life, the wrong life, it's so much bull The criminal times but time rollin' in reverse I wanted to be older before I saw a hearse Take a wafer of my boys who are buckwild The life and death and times of a problem child Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problems, problems of the prodigal End up on the page of periodicals, a pinnacle Mints moving blocks to cellblocks Under locks and keys, no G's clock He strays like a pig who don't fly straight In a pen playin' foul and third rate Take a step back and meet your maker See playin' Maytag statistic on paper Philosophy not of a giver, he's a taker Later words turn to dust, he's the traitor Sells you out for a quick fix, dime drops Got a chip on his shoulder without props A bad seed leads himself the stray way Puttin' off evidence of Judgment Day Judge not the culprit or pull the file The life and death and times of a problem child Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix I step careful into the next frame Lame, you're just a stunt playin' a sex game Eyes start to wink, you think he's on your hot tail? Frail, you're shallow as you swallow up your bath sale Tail stickin' out like a bumper to a Maxima Taxin' a brother for a fee to get sex in a wet bed Sheddin' your gear like a snake does its skin Begin to get slim as he's sexin' you in He moves deeper, asleep is what you thought he was But he went below, so low you felt and that's because The minute he got in it violated you and became ill Treated you just like a flush 'n fill The next crisis, your eyes is clearin' up your mind Cause you're playin' life from the CD of your behind Time to wake up, can't you see that you're robbin' wild? File this style as another of the problem child Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix Problem that I can't fix