Verse 1 
(today in los angeles another youth loses his life. gunshot wound to 
the head. street violence is at an all time high) 
No jokin'  i'm sleepin' with my eyes open 
wanted for a homicide ride  the gun's still smokin' 
didn't know what i was doin' but did it anyway 
now the posse's on my trail  they say i'm gonna pay (run!) 
i had a gun  it's mine and i packed it 
out with my crew  the boys caught some static 
me and this sucker punk went at it 
bang! nine automatic 
Hunted child 
i'm the hunted child 
Verse 2 
(sources say the assailant was 17-years old and lives in south-central 
los angeles) 
Now i'm on a hideout tip cos they're after me 
lapd says they're gonna capture me 
was i crazy? i guess i had to be 
cos once you kill it's instant catastrophe 
your whole life is over (through!) 
forget about your girl your (crew!) 
nowhere to run, so what you gonna do? 
be glad it's me, homeboy, and not you 
The hunted child 
i'm the hunted child 
hunted child 
i'm the hunted child 
Verse 3 
I'm only 17, i didn't mean to kill, man 
but i was slangin' and bangin' for the thrill, man 
when they said (kill!) i felt chill, man 
but once i pulled the trigger, boy, then things got ill, man 
my homeboys dipped out the back fast 
left me alone in the echo of the gun blast 
everybody saw my face, i didn't wear a mask 
you wanna know my name? just ask 
The hunted child 
i'm the hunted child 
hunted child 
i'm the hunted child 
(the science of capitalism which you teach to the youth on the streets 
today with the 'ends justifying the means' mentality ain't happenin') 
Verse 4 
I'm sweatin' heavy cos my face is on tv 
everybody in this whole world's after me 
since i was young i never had a damned thing 
at christmas time i'd hate to hear the bells ring 
cos in the ghetto santa ain't got a dime 
your mother's standin' in the welfare line 
the way the youth survive is crime 
my life is over so i might as well speak my mind 
i killed a brother cos this system had me geared to kill 
cos what i call home you call hell 
my ghetto quarters ain't no better than a jail cell 
but there's a message in this story that i'm tryna tell 
we're just brothers on the streets killin' brothers 
this system has us geared to kill one another 
sellin' dope to poison each other 
the plan of the man, word to the mother 
but i'm a sucker cos i fell into their plan 
187, i killed a brother man 
my life on earth was hell, you understand? 
but when i die i'm goin' to hell again 
I'm the hunted child i'm the hunted child i'm the hunted child the 
hunted child 
I'm the hunted child 
I'm the hunted child