Lyrics Lookin' Around - Koan Kenpachi

From a broken window pane a child watches the rain
I can see it in his stare that he done been through some things
It's amazing how he living every day with the pain
Shit probably would have drove me insane but he maintain
His mama in the street she keep on chasing that cane
His daddy trippin pistol whippin steady popping them things
His older brother wanted to hustle on the corners with rocks
Them hard hitters put him down with them glocks he in the box
Little man wonder why the hell was he born here
His mama sold his bed he got to sleep on a lawn chair
Warfare, raging right in front of his home
The dope boys never leave him alone as if he's grown
Told him he can handle his own and gave him chrome
And if anybody trip just pop off two in their dome
Now the seed is sewn, he's on his own now
Trials and tribulations of a ghetto child

Look at the bigger picture you can see a vision of a city that's all run down
Like the cold here and after nobody catch you when it all falls down
Lookin around tell me what you see
I know that you're down but I gotta get me
Yeah I gotta get me, gotta get up out here gotta get free

Yo in the streets of New Orleans the dope fiends and teens die equally
Crooked cops sell rocks and pop glocks legally
Hustle and bustling people working for the creamery
The grand schemery seemingly working like machinery
Jazz cats with old hats be blowing tunes
While the D boy stacking be packin Gats with their goons
And it's too soon another one bites the dust
He was seventeen chasing that in God we trust
We got cuss words coming from them brothers playing dominoes
Drunken trippin spittin dirty comments at them common hoes
Niggas on the side of the alley they blowing chronic O's
Little man sagging his diaper eating them Cheerios
Homicides from all sides of the city so it's gritty
And the Politicians Still sucking off the public's titty
People is Fed up the pigs got their lead up
And it's a rat race so we keep fucking heads up
Proud to be from the crescent city where we pose to be
But mostly we living of this music and this rosary
So hopefully we can find the ending to this misery
I'm having blue dreams and my nigga Les memory

Look at the bigger picture you can see a vision of a city that's all run down
Like the cold here and after nobody catch you when it all falls down
Lookin around tell me what you see
I know that you're down but I gotta get me
Yeah I gotta get me, gotta get up out here gotta get free