The Hunted Child Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

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 

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

Los Angeles) 

Now I'm on a hideout tip 'cause they're after me 

LAPD says they're gonna capture me 

Was I crazy? I guess I had to be 

'Cause 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 

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 want to 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') 

I'm sweatin' heavy 'cause 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 

'Cause 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 'cause this system had me geared to kill 

'Cause 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 'cause 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