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      Flame - Videos Música y Letra

      Little kids in the hood ain't got no money or no clothes
      They look at videos and see a Bentley or a Rolls
      Cats rock so much ice even got the children froze
      Glued to the tube with the screen touchin' they nose
      See a throw back jersey, them new shoes and they want those
      They see how you dance they in the mirror strikin' a pose
      Little girls see how women dance and start takin' off clothes
      About 5 years old and this is all that she knows
      This is all that he knows because that's all that he sees
      A new rap artist is 'bout all that he wanna be
      Then you get cats like me that come to him talkin' bout Jesus
      They so brain washed they look at me and be like please
      You try to convince them Jesus would want to see them saved
      But they rather ball, rather hit the mall and get paid
      About 16 now and homie is ready to drive
      He is ready for sex but he ain't ready for God
      Check him out
      Videos, T.V. is the city of dreams
      And everything on the screen ain't always what it seems
      You might get fooled if you don't know the truth from lies
      That's why we bringin' you the truth of God
      [Verse Two]
      Call it all fun and games and sometimes it is
      But other times got they mind in a quiz
      Little homie skippin' classes
      Checked his ash tray for ashes
      Plus he threw away his glasses
      Now he think he need a chain and some Timberland boots
      If she don't look like the girls on the video she ain't cute
      Now he think he need a gun and he stay in the suburbs
      Play any rap song and he know all the words
      All of the dances, all of the shakes
      Ain't never seen a scale and he's talkin' bout movin' weight
      Now he let his pants sag and he's tryin' to get high
      Ain't never had a fight talkin' about "thug til I die"
      Ain't never felt held the heat, ain't never felt the heat
      Now he's tryin' to go to jail so he can say he from the streets
      Now this is what he sees and they call it entertainment
      Mentally he's in chains some of the blame goes to the videos
      [Verse Three]
      Videos don't show how it is gettin' beat
      Or feelin' so dumb in school that you feel you gotta cheat
      Videos don't show mamma jugglin' money
      Nor do they hear you when you say mamma I'm hungry
      All they do is tease you with a Benz that's so plush
      But mom ain't got no ends her and her friends on the bus
      All they do is show you all cats on a yacht
      While daddy's in the streets after 3 smokin' rocks
      They don't show you baby mammas baby daddies bout to bang
      They sell you this world that exists outside of pain
      All them cars lookin' good all them cribs lookin' good
      But unfortunately that ain't how it is in the hood
      Real things goin' down, real guns bustin' rounds
      Real tears bein' shed, real cats and the feds
      Real people that need Jesus to save them from they sins
      To show them discipline then to die and rise again
      They show you lies on videos

      Flame - Videos Música y Letra



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