The Grouch - Bad Lands lyrics

Walk light, for these are the bad lands Bad lands, these are the bad lands Bad seed, castor bare of soil Weeds run free through the golden oil Milk outside, it's bound to spoil Know a couple bad girls 'n they all adore you Somethin' to a**ure you, we'll secure you The television say they can do that for you Wanna go to sleep, gotta seek a drug Shorty on the street thinks her man's a thug Went and got shot 'cause he need the pub Record blew on up, tell you life is rough Mama ain't home, daddy doin' dirt Lil' Jimmy got the fo' fifth from the shirt 'Bout to go berserk, just needs some guidance But in the bad lands, the results are violent Rhymin' on the corner using gun shots for snares Bad enough lands to make punk rockers care They don't give a f** just like we don't give a f** Righteous man get bucked and some stopped to stare Blood on they backs 'cause they ran, just a grub on scraps No daps, mean loves n' a slug in the air How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over, that's rare And in a prayer, I begged the All Mighty to spare My daughter from fake thugs, real d**, and players I've been around that sh** and I'm embarra**ed You been a town jester, that's careless Perilous pits I've dodged like it's my job They worship twisted gods and spit facades To get that wad, what will you do? Lie, cheat, steal, k**, till it k**s you Tumble weeds and twisted tales These the bad lands where the angels fail (Bad lands) Make money, try to stop the fear If you think it ain't real, then you ain't been here (Bad lands) This is a place where babies are hooked on d** Before they see the light of day A land where doctors'll necessarily cut them out their mothers' stomachs Just to make more pay Their fathers run away Consumed with the most ignorant sh** you can think of 'Cause it's been dangled in front their faces like a carrot to an a** But still they know better, they're just too scared to be outcasts It ain't about past; let's talk present and future f** presidents, what do you do with your power, your control? Control yourself Going dumb's not really a movement, you're really going dumb Look at the sh** they play on the radio And got the nerve to wonder why rappers keep dying in the streets Stop putting 2pac and Biggie on magazines until you understand the significance of why they died Don't ya'll get it? Humans are bigger than they're supposed to be Check yourself before you come out the house holdin' a piece Runnin' off at the mouth, sayin' trendy sh** like "yes sir" and "ye ye" Like it's the only thing you know Yea, that sh** is fun but don't let it be the only thing you know Ultimately, it won't get you anywhere and trying to get out of here Leave these bad lands behind, get in touch with my spirit, my body, and mind Cuz I'm divine And if no one ever told you you were, well you are And that's it