City Water

Not long ago, I read a newspaper story about a little boy named Dooney

In Dooney's neighborhood, children don't flinch at the sound of gunfire

When they play, they pretend to sell to each other small white rocks that they call crack

And when asked about his future, six-year-old Dooney answers

I don't want to sell drugs, but I'm probably going to have to

This ain't an album, this is catharsis. My thoughts is crowded like a crowd in a mosh pit

Crowded like county jail where niggas get processed

This ain't an album, this the consequence of your conquest

This ain't an album, I'm a warrior cause I feel fear and think clear

Dance we doin' advance ruins, we leave here

These toxins, I got'em drinking the city water