Dear Black Girl...

 “Most people cannot comprehend
That a pimp can have a woman as a friend,
 “She don’t always have to be that track star
Bumping and grinding out the backseat of a car,

 “The world’s oldest profession since the beginning of time
And you can impress me without selling behind,
 “Sell your conversation. Use what’s in your head
Without giving head and tearing down the bed,

 “Just because it’s on your ass don’t mean it’s an asset
And that’s something a woman should never forget,
 “Remember knowledge is the ultimate source of power
That’s why I’m collecting pimp dollars by the hour,

 “Pockets constantly fat from the money I collect
Helping the girl upstairs, because she was short on her welfare check,
 “To pay me back I could’ve put her on the stroll
Letting tricks hit that cookie and booty hole,

 “But I convinced her to pursue what she was yearning
Going back to school and complete her learning,
 “Because to me a woman’s more attractive with knowledge
So I fulfilled her wish and sent her to college,

 “Now four years had passed
As I’m watching her graduate at the top of her class,
 “I’m glad she made something of herself
Because anything can be accomplished with a little help,

 “Later we both went out for a bite
With her ending up at my house that night,
 “But before things got hot and erotic
I held back and told her to stop it,

 “She was a little shocked and understood
And from that moment all things were good,
 “Some may say this is strange for a hardcore pimp
But I knew from the beginning we had a special friendship.”

As the gangsta dies
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
A poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto
And his crew cries
'cause if there's one thing that they don't need
it's another corner boy to bleed
This is ghetto

Society, don't you understand
the hood needs a helping hand
or they'll grow to be all angry young men one day
Take a look at them and me,
are we too black to see,
do we simply shut our mouths
and speak in another way

While the hood rolls
and an inspired young boy with a funny jive
deals on the corner as he collects high fives
This is ghetto

And his crib burns
so he starts to scare the folks with fright
and he teaches how to deal
and he teaches how to bite
This is ghetto

Then one night in conversation
a young rat screams aloud
She buys a toy, steals a heart,
tries for fun, but it won't even start
Then her man tries

As the crew gathers 'round a stupid young hoe
face down in the pillow with a dildo in her snatch
This is ghetto

As the neighbourhood sighs
On a hot and humid Florida mornin'
Another poor grievin' young wife is torn
This is ghetto

Do you want all those dudes hangin' in front of ya momma's crib?  
Keep yo' churrin' off the streets and away from where the big boys fib  
I'm the king of hardcore and deserve a whole lot of respect  
My girls got a badonkadonk butt, it's so ballerific, it's what I expect  
I told her to stay the hell away from my precious new hooptie  
She tried to give me the third, but I just waved the no finger and popped her booty.  

Pimpin' aren't easy man, it's just that I've got that pimp juice, all the girls be wanting  
Art lovin' Landis, was the best damn scratcher & foolin' all the museum high pillows  
The women from the hood, come work for me, b'coz they're all the ghettos widows  
The jury couldn't charge him, but the so called art experts keep up their taunting  
Some have so much ice on their hands, I could do a figure eight on my skates  
If he would only paint his own, he would truly be one of this centuries greats.  
 
They told me if I don't pay, they're gonna pop a cap in my ass  
Man, I am ass out this month. I ain't got no kinda funds, I be on the nut, like glass  
These streets are crazy out here, it's just the way, it's the nature of the street  
While the popos and bulls are dancin' like great white sharks  
Barbering to us and cuttin' us no slack, be real with me son, damn narcs  
But we don't like to look like a punk in front of our boys, that'll be defeat.  
 
Their killing cats for real, all over the hood, where they don't belong  
Damn your pimp juice, your game is too strong  
He's the drug lord out here, the big boss dog  
The rest of his crew are little more than corner boys  
We are the ultimate big tymers, me and my son, cruisin' in da fog  
My boo be real and we be ballin-outta control with our toys.  
 
The cars windows were so dark, I could've got shot by a gun  
All the backstreet junkies now payin' for the big guns on the run  
We just heard Boom Boom Boom, we know not to bother  
Is he a relative? Yeah man, it's her dead brother  
We don't see anything, it's the hoods mentality  
Everybody's a curb side lawyer, but when we go to court, we lose that ability.  
 
Man, that chickenhead was booey, I want my 50 bucks back  
Chickenheads will always be on the prowl for some easy berry stack  
A thug is a way of life, made bad choices, now tryin' to survive  
This is Philadelphia, where we won't & don't shake hands to the jive  
Last year we were also known as Killadelphia  
So go home, breeze and call it a night, without no fear.