Victim Lyrics - Beneath The Surface - Gza

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto 

Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh 

Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day 

Adolescence working for small pay 

World so little he could never leave his block 

His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock 

He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking 

Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking 

Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools 

Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school 

There's no diploma that can break you from the coma 

Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry 

On the corner hyenas amongst me 

Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing 

Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing 

Caught up in the silk web of material 

Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue 

The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming 

Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning 

Mothers of murder victims share the same grief 

The elderly shake their head in disbelief 

And no relief came till I aimed 

And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA 

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Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto 

Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh 

My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks 

On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops 

And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks 

Romanism in tops, papers and knots 

Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot 

To get money knots some funny niggas act like 

They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop 

Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot 

Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not 

Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle 

When the devils uncivil society and die free 

With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists 

The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch 

And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus 

Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces 

Children molested within these pest infested buildings 

Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings 

Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling 

"Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" 

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Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto 

Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh 

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto 

Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh 

Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto