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Verse 1
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(Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life. Gunshot wound to
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the head. Street violence is at an all-time high)
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No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes open
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Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's still smokin'
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Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway
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Now the posse's on my trail, they say I'm gonna pay (Run!)
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I had a gun, it's mine and I packed it
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Out with my crew, the boys caught some static
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Me and this sucker punk went at it
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Bang! Nine automatic
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Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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Verse 2
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(Sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in South-Central
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Los Angeles)
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Now I'm on a hideout tip cos they're after me
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LAPD says they're gonna capture me
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Was I crazy? I guess I had to be
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Cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe
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Your whole life is over (Through!)
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Forget about your girl your (Crew!)
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Nowhere to run, so what you gonna do?
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Be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you
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The Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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Verse 3
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I'm only 17, I didn't mean to kill, man
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But I was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man
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When they said (Kill!) I felt chill, man
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But once I pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man
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My homeboys dipped out the back fast
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Left me alone in the echo of the gun blast
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Everybody saw my face, I didn't wear a mask
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You wanna know my name? Just ask
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The Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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(The science of Capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets
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today with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin')
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Verse 4
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I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on TV
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Everybody in this whole world's after me
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Since I was young I never had a damned thing
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At Christmas time I'd hate to hear the bells ring
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Cos in the ghetto Santa ain't got a dime
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Your mother's standin' in the welfare line
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The way the youth survive is crime
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My life is over so I might as well speak my mind
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I killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill
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Cos what I call home you call hell
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My ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell
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But there's a message in this story that I'm tryna tell
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We're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers
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This system has us geared to kill one another
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Sellin' dope to poison each other
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The plan of The Man, word to the mother
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But I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan
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187, I killed a brother man
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My life on Earth was hell, you understand?
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But when I die I'm goin' to hell again
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I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child I'm the Hunted Child The
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Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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I'm the Hunted Child
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The Hunted Child
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| Ice T |
