Текст песни: Ice-T - The Hunted Child



[Verse 1]



(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to

the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)



No jokin`, I`m sleepin` with my eyes open

Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun`s still smokin`

Didn`t know what I was doin` but did it anyway

Now the posse`s on my trail, they say I`m gonna pay (Run!)

I had a gun, it`s mine and I packed it

Out with my crew, the boys caught some static

Me and this sucker punk went at it

Bang! Nine automatic



Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



[Verse 2]



(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central

Los Angeles)



Now I`m on a hideout tip cos they`re after me

LAPD says they`re gonna capture me

Was I crazy? I guess I had to be

Cos once you kill it`s instant catastrophe

Your whole life is over (Through!)

Forget about your girl your (Crew!)

Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?

Be glad it`s me, homeboy, and not you



The Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



[Verse 3]



I`m only 17, I didn`t mean to kill, man

But I was slangin` and bangin` for the thrill, man

When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man

But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man

My homeboys dipped out the back fast

Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast

Everybody saw my face, I didn`t wear a mask

You wanna know my name? Just ask



The Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets

today with the `ends justifying the means` mentality ain`t happenin`)



[Verse 4]



I`m sweatin` heavy cos my face is on TV

Everybody in this whole world`s after me

Since I was young I never had a damned thing

At Christmas time I`d hate to hear the bells ring

Cos in the ghetto Santa ain`t got a dime

Your mother`s standin` in the welfare line

The way the youth survive is crime

My life is over so I might as well speak my mind

I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill

Cos what I call home you call hell

My ghetto quarters ain`t no better than a jail cell

But there`s a message in this story that I`m tryna tell

We`re just brothers on the streets killin` brothers

This system has us geared to kill one another

Sellin` dope to poison each other

The plan of The Man, word to the mother

But I`m a sucker cos I fell into their plan

187, I killed a brother man

My life on Earth was hell, you understand?

But when I die I`m goin` to hell again



I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child The

Hunted Child



I`m the Hunted Child



I`m the Hunted Child

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[Verse 1]



(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to

the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)



No jokin`, I`m sleepin` with my eyes open

Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun`s still smokin`

Didn`t know what I was doin` but did it anyway

Now the posse`s on my trail, they say I`m gonna pay (Run!)

I had a gun, it`s mine and I packed it

Out with my crew, the boys caught some static

Me and this sucker punk went at it

Bang! Nine automatic



Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



[Verse 2]



(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central

Los Angeles)



Now I`m on a hideout tip cos they`re after me

LAPD says they`re gonna capture me

Was I crazy? I guess I had to be

Cos once you kill it`s instant catastrophe

Your whole life is over (Through!)

Forget about your girl your (Crew!)

Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?

Be glad it`s me, homeboy, and not you



The Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



[Verse 3]



I`m only 17, I didn`t mean to kill, man

But I was slangin` and bangin` for the thrill, man

When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man

But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man

My homeboys dipped out the back fast

Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast

Everybody saw my face, I didn`t wear a mask

You wanna know my name? Just ask



The Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child

Hunted Child

I`m the Hunted Child



(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets

today with the `ends justifying the means` mentality ain`t happenin`)



[Verse 4]



I`m sweatin` heavy cos my face is on TV

Everybody in this whole world`s after me

Since I was young I never had a damned thing

At Christmas time I`d hate to hear the bells ring

Cos in the ghetto Santa ain`t got a dime

Your mother`s standin` in the welfare line

The way the youth survive is crime

My life is over so I might as well speak my mind

I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill

Cos what I call home you call hell

My ghetto quarters ain`t no better than a jail cell

But there`s a message in this story that I`m tryna tell

We`re just brothers on the streets killin` brothers

This system has us geared to kill one another

Sellin` dope to poison each other

The plan of The Man, word to the mother

But I`m a sucker cos I fell into their plan

187, I killed a brother man

My life on Earth was hell, you understand?

But when I die I`m goin` to hell again



I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child I`m the Hunted Child The

Hunted Child



I`m the Hunted Child



I`m the Hunted Child

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