Artist: T.D.S. Mob
Album:  Treacherous, Devastating, Supreme
Song:   What's This World Coming To
Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch

(What this world is coming to) --> Jesse Jackson

[ VERSE 1: Kool Gee ]
It's comin to a end
If we don't all comprehend
That's why this message I send
Out to everyone, you and you
So we can all ask the question
What's this world comin to?
Even as I recite this song
Outside the studio crazy stuff's goin on
I won't talk about drugs or gangs so
You can say, "Tell us somethin we don't know"
But here's what you don't know, cause if some did
They wouldn't be in jail servin a bid
This is the '90s in full form
And as you swarm you get warned
The gangster is the guy in the blue uniform
And he has the right to break your arm
A homeboy was on the corner just chillin, not botherin no one
Till his beeper start throbbin some
He pulled out to answer, and guess what happened
Here comes the man, riffin, snappin
Snatched him by his neck, put a badge in his face
Said he had no right to be in this place
And come to find out jake made a mistake
You know why? Homeboy was chillin on his lunch break
And his beeper call happened to be his job
And they say we can't call ourselves a Mob?

[ VERSE 2: Kool Gee ]
And on the real tip smooth ( ? ) it's time to get wise
You wanna succeed ( ? ) supervised
To 85, it's time to open up your eyes and straight out realize
Time is growin short as you can see
Think of all the people that's not here that used to be
Killin your own for no reason
Just to get locked for about 12 seasons
Now the freedom that was gave to me
Is taken back in a legal slavery
Now I'm in a awful position
Whatever the DA say, I gotta listen
Now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
Either way it go, for a while you don't see my face
Now what am I to do?
(Nothin) I guess my life is through
Like a trooper I know I gotta do my time
And in four years I'll be fine
The four years got cut to three and a half
As a favor, plus for good behavior
Now I'm back on the streets again
But you know in the game of life you can't win
So I'm back on the set tryina get a job
I can't get one, now I gotta steal and rob
So I'm on a mission for vics
I tried to do a stick, it turned out to be a dick
That's what society made me do
That's why I'm back in the cell right next to you