The Future - Rodney P

Dee dee dee woi

Dee dee dee woi

Dang dee dang dee woi

Dee dee dee woi

Crack heads!

I know this kid named Blue

Average kid, never really too bad

Who never knew his dad

But got respect for his mother and little bredder

He’s also got a sister

He’s 14, she’s 19 and treats him mean

But that’s sisters

Anyway, come listen this tale

Will this kid Blue go straight from school to jail?

Starting out small

Got his little weed fi sell

Got his little hustle

Really don’t need no details

Young black male, living out the stereotype

Love fi chat mics like hot cars and fast bikes

Yo, he’s just a shorty where the man dem booze

Stuff a real, nuff of them yoots don’t have no use

But not Blue, Blue’s wise, he keep his eyes on the books

But love crooks and never been afraid of the jooks

Life’s cold, so he knows how fi roll and throw hooks

And he pretty so the gal dems always sweating his looks

And he’s future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

The future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

If we do

When they’re grown build a world to suit you

If we don’t

When they’re grown take a gun come shoot you

Ah the future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yah

Read a book

Read Malcolm or Martin Luther

Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse you

I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot you

Yeah, the future

Now Blue’s just a yoot

They call youse man dem

He’s with his friends

Talking about when his whip is a Benz

Now yo

Coulda end up runnin' IBM

Or then again probably end up running crack on the ends

Now yo

Used to aspire for the best they know

All they know is drugs make dough

You know where that go

More fire, more blood spilling

And more sinning, more illing

More ice grilling

But Blue’s billing

God willing

I’m a watch him

I ain’t his daddy I can’t stop him

But I’m a watch him

If he sends for me I got him

Right now he’s running the road

I know he’s shotting

Trying to get his little money

Trying to come up off the bottom

Yo, whatever’s gwanning is inner

If that yoot dem turn to crime the kingpin ups

I know he’s sinning, but he ain’t a villain

If that yoot turn a villain

More worries again

And he’s future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

The future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

If we do

When they’re grown build a world to suit you

If we don’t

When they’re grown take a gun come shoot you

Ah the future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yah

Read a book

Read Malcolm or Martin Luther

Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse you

I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot you

Yeah, the future

I heard somebody say the good die young

Blue’s daddy done dead

Yes, he’s a good guy, son

At twenty-one, in the party took a knife to the lung

Now there’s Blue, the young gun who carried ice for fun

He ain’t no fool

Just don’t like school

Sell weed

But don’t smoke weed 'cause that ain’t cool

Known for hustle man at money and can shark at pool

If you ask him he’s gone tell you

Said 'Arsenal rule,' for real

In a deal, little man, just a yoot’s out the ghetto

Who’s trying to make grands

Trying to make plans

For some money to hold

Coulda either run the world or run the road

And he’s future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

The future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yeah

If we do

When they’re grown build a world to suit ya

If we don’t

When they’re grown take a gun come shoot ya

Ah the future

For real

We have fi boost dem yoot yah

Read a book

Read Malcolm or Martin Luther

Read Marcus, don’t let them boy dem come confuse ya

I don’t want fi hear the story how police come shoot ya

Yeah the future

We have to boost dem yoot yeah

Big up dem man dem