Mistah F.A.B. - They Ain't Listenin lyrics

[Verse 1:] It's a war going on, in the streets of America Organized by the government, you see they don't care for us You praying for the paper man, you sleeping with the predator This rap sh** full of sh** man, and we should blame the editors Cause they promote ignorance, afraid of intelligence I dumb down in my past, I use myself as a reference These radio stations ain't pushing nothing conscious So to uplift our people, we must start with our own conscience You run into the church, but the preacher just as bad As the rapper on his cd steady lying bout his past Every video include alcohol and fake cash Fake ice, rented cars, and little girls shaking a** It's fabricated stories about the packs, about the crack, about the stacks About the years that he spit on the ave Everything that shine ain't glistening I tried to talk to them But man, they ain't listening [Hook] I tried to talk to them But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening I tried to walk em to it But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening I tried to give em game But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening You either end up dead or in the feds or the states And by the time you listen It will be too late [Verse 2:] You see the streets is overrated It's all fake, it's all false Everybody say they doing it, but they all acting boss Man my little homies mobbin, but it's sad cause they lost Everything is all stolen, never ask what it cost Yeah his mama ain't around, and his daddy wouldn't recognize He gave up on life on the day that his granny died He's 15 off molly, that's that modern day crack It got him up, syrup got him down His body off track, caught a body one of them s**ers He was slippin with the mac Eryday in the hood and eryday man he strapped He riding round 4 deep, lookin for somebody to jack Bounce out with the mac and let it splat, brrrattt! Damn, this sh** is all sad That's another little child that has to grow without a dad And that's another mama with a black dress on the ave When you try to talk to them, them little n***as get mad [Hook] I tried to talk to them But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening I tried to walk em t it But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening I tried to give em game But man, they ain't listening Man, they ain't listening, man, they ain't listening You either end up dead or in the feds or the states And by the time you listen It will be too late [Verse 3:] You see it's murder after murder, nobody take the blame We confused in the streets, the media rapes our brains Like you a fake n***a if somebody take your chain But you're real if you die for it, isn't that strange We promote guns, d**, s** and riots But if one of us dies, then we stay stop the violence Blacks k** blacks, another black stay quiet But if a white k** black, now them blacks, we want a riot Damn, that's sad, but this is true A few options in the streets, I'll give you 2 You either getting visited, or man you getting viewed That means you locked up in prison or at a cemetery due Man everybody pushing d**h man Every song is murder, I k** you I'm ballin, I'm richer than you Nobody pushing lights, understand? Nobody just wanna live no more man It's like they done gave up on life d**h is the only option Come on, y'all!