My children can't make their eyes go blind While the children in the ghetto are crying
Yeah, them a deal with hotness, material and form And them no hear things fella say I done
Them a deal with hotness, body to your form I'll give it time, it's enough for them
I try knock up on them, those men never answer War of violence, they would like them a sponsor
A little buffo man bouts in my gangster, I'll band in and round