Problem Child Lyrics - 3rd Bass

Juveniles won't smile, vows are reckless 

Sexless race less souls unrespected 

Hooligans and street urchins lurkin' 

Doin' hoods, a neighborhood's worst person 

Raises heads amid the pushers and perverts 

Butchers cut like cold cuts the mind works 

Wise or weak on the weary and the wicked 

Plagues a city street swell in evil-fitted 

Man verse man, the haves against have nots 

House a kid for grips, leave him in his socks 

Precedence of decadence is put out 

Scramble hands full of merchandise he got out 

Took a taken a picture of figured strife 

Subsisting on the minimal fruits of life 

Attitudes are skewed from the right pile 

Introduction of a character problem child 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Kids makin' bids 'cause they're products, so what? 

You still get left with a donut 

No such luck in the scam to make paper 

Skiddin' off the edge ya portrays a faker 

Fakin' the plans like the plans of mice and men 

Lands a man a chance of one to ten 

But the man ain't enough to legally drink 

And guess what punk, your shit still stink 

Now you prep the role, the role of Frank Nitti 

He ain't a hero 'cause he landed on the roof of a Chevy 

So play the life of Untouchable 

The fast life, the wrong life, and so much for 

The criminal times but time rollin' in reverse 

I wanted to be older, before I saw a hearse 

Take the weight off my boys who are buck wild 

The life and death and times of a problem child 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problems, problems of the Prodigal 

End up on the page of periodicals 

A pinnacle mess, movin' blocks to sell blocks 

Under locks and keys no G's clocked 

He strays like a pig who don't fly straight 

In the pen playin' foul and third rate 

Take a step back and meet your maker 

See play your May tag statistic on paper 

Philosophy not of a giver he's a taker 

Later words turn to dust he's the traitor 

Sells you out for a quick fix dime drops 

Got a chip on his shoulder without props 

A bad seed leads himself the stray way 

Puttin' off evidence of Judgment Day 

Judge not the culprit or pull the file 

The life and death and times of a problem child 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

I step careful into the next frame 

Lame you're just a stunt playin' a sex game 

I start to wink, you think he's on your hightail 

Frail you're shallow as you swallow up your bare sale 

Tail stickin' out like a bumper to a Maxima 

Taxin' a brother for a fee to get sex in a wet bed 

Sheddin' your gear like a snake does a skin 

Begin to get slim as he's sexin' you in 

He moves deeper, asleep is what you thought he was 

But he went bolo, so low you felt and that's because 

The minute he got in and violated you and became ill 

Treated you just like a Flush 'n' Fill 

The next crisis, you're ice is clearin' off your mind 

'Cause you're playin' life from the CD of behind 

Time to wake up can't you see that you're robbin' wild 

File this style as another of the problem child 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Problem that I can't fix 

Children will be children