world walkers

    
watch as I traverse worlds without even a hiccup
thug hard wandering the ghetto on point  
my head in the game
walking the upper echelons later that day

if you think they don't speak different languages you'd be wrong

there's street talk
then there's white bread privileged speak  
in the street you better stay tight or lose your life
it's the code of survival
 
my granddaughter is half black
we were at a party on the West side
a little girl hits her...she don't hit back
her granny from the black side went off
 
"girl you better hit her back now"
 
I'm sitting there thinking--  
it's the white girl in her kept her from swinging
it's the law of the streets you don't let no one walk over you
it's beat down or be beat down
you don't call the cops  
you handle things yourself
 
my little Kayann she will learn the law there
she'll learn to walk worlds
she'll have to visit my world too
learn the language of the uptight people
think they know everything with their educations people
 
I want to see them for the night survive out there