[Intro: Rayven Justice]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All the kids on the block, all the kids on the block

[Verse 1: Too $hort & Rayven Justice]
All the kids on the block, they just wanna have some fun
They just wanna play outside, they don't wanna run from guns
You born into a violent world, tryna stay innocent
Why is it so impossible to give a kid an instrument?
And watch him make music, he just needs the right tools
That's how it is in the inner city elementary schools
It's an no-win situation, ain't no graduations
Can't get a good education, can't even take a vacation
When you trapped in the fuckin' trap, there's not a whole lotta hope
It's just a bunch of guns, a bunch of alcohol and dope
Got your mama hooked on cokе, baby smellin' all that smoke
Caught the littlе homie by the store and now his T-shirt is soaked
I'm lookin' at another youngster's obituary, so many funerals
A new hitter emerged, and now he's doin' numerals
Caught a body last week, a couple more last year (Last year)
And he gon' die that same way, he'll never get past here (Here)

[Chorus: Rayven Justice]
All the kids on the block, we tryna save 'em
We gotta raise 'em, stop tryna kill them
All the kids on the block, they ain't do nothin'
We gotta love them, stop tryna kill them, yeah
All the kids on the block
[Verse 2: Too $hort]
They don't get new computers
It's not like the suburbs that show guaranteed futures
It's more like a heavyweight fight, it's you against life
And you a little n***a, you gotta fight big n***as every night
It never ends, that don't mean you can't win
All you need is a chance, a mentor and some good friends
That wanna see you make it out, get up off that block, mayne
Don't get outta jail and start sellin' them rocks again
You need a new hustle, fuck doin' all that time
We out here gettin' felony money without doin' all them crimes
Now all my intelligent gangstas, it's your time to shine
Tell your mama and your grandmama everything's gon' be fine
Your little brothers and your sisters all live in luxury
'Cause you're listenin' to this song and you really fuck with me
And I wouldn't tell you wrong, fuck all that thuggin', G
I could show you how to make a real quick hundred Gs
(Without breakin' the law)

[Chorus: Rayven Justice]
All the kids on the block, we tryna save 'em
We gotta raise 'em, stop tryna kill them
All the kids on the block, they ain't do nothin'
We gotta love them, stop tryna kill them, yeah

[Outro: Rayven Justice]
All the kids on the block, ah
All the kids on the block, yeah
All the kids on the block, all the kids on the block
All the kids on the block