Low Profile - That's Y They Do It lyrics

I'ma take this opportunity to explain Why would a kid in '89 wanna sling c**aine Kilos of cracks in stacks, and spend 20s and 10s And at the age of 11 own a brand-new Benz But I don't blame it on the kids, man, the system is wack There's more money on the streets, gee, than flippin over' Big Macs But if you're still confused, just groove to the music Cause I'ma show you why they do it *That's why* *they* *do it* Call up the press, the newscast, cause I'm about to serve A dope message segment, yeah, that need to be heard Why would a young'un comin up wanna sling in the streets Instead of plannin' for an educated college degree? Here's an answer: who's a role model in the ghetto While these young 'uns live in the slums like bums? They ain't got a role model, so they look up to the brothers on Daytons While daddy drive a station wagon Slackin, lackin, held in the back, and Mama's broke as hell, so they start sellin crack and Clockin more g's than the Jackson 5 See, to them, slingin d** is a way to survive Go get a job, minimum wage, no, don't even bother Slavin like a s**er for 3.85 an hour? Nope, I ain't with it, y'all can take that back, jack And stuff it down your mouth like a garbage can compact 'Just say no' - man, these children are laughin slingin dope Yo, the slogan's a joke People keep speakin 'pon d**, but they never coincide When they never slung dope in their life How can they speak upon a subject at which they lack knowledge? You say you're tryin to stop d**? It's all a bunch of garbage But if you're still confused, yo, just groove to the music Cause I'ma show you why they do it *That's why* *they* *do it* Now if you're still havin trouble tryin to find a reason kids sling dope And sport a fat gold rope Let's take a look at this materialistic system, bro Specifically designed to keep minorites broke You know the news got me laughin, every day they comin up with somethin new Curfews and task force crews But who's to blame, because they never ever seem to work It just seem that more people get jerked and hurt How can they account for the problem which they started? Hey yo, you must be retarded But if you're still confused, just groove to the music And Doub'll show you why they do it *That's why* *they* *do it* No more lollygaggin wastin' time, let's get to the facts You ask what could spark a kid into slingin that crack? Then think about it, to a kid comin up in this surrounding The cash and caine, he's more than forced to sling His homies used to do it, and his brothers do it too So he gotta do it, or else he ain't cool s**ers try to knock him, but they never suceed So much money his pockets, parents down to his knees Almost blamin on the parents, the first thing we do In '89, y'all, a kid's gonna do what he wanna do But what do you expect when a brother lack role models? All he know is women, cash and Eight bottles Most people make it to the top, man they never come back Speak to the kids, say, "Yo, this is wack" Too busy havin' fun in the next man's game They think they made it, but they got a shackle still on they brain People try to play me like a booty-neck s**er The system sling, but see, they do it undercover You want the truth well, here, I just threw it Peace - that's why they do it *That's why* *they* *do it*