Intro: Check it out. I heard this track right here and I kind of felt a lil' somethin'. You know. It took my mind some place it ain't been.Search deep into another world. So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go round. For real. People are stressin'. Treach: Oh how oh how come everytime we have problems they nix none Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one Victims from a distance prections of affliction Some faction cause frictions fractions need fixinng Mixing making music man to make it work Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block Cause the cops can't be trusted Busted trusted frustrated frustrations of no more patience Insides are cold and vacant check how we lay it Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath Cock a rifle to chest Then ya have the party of your life at your death Oh I wanna know I wanna know Oh why, oh why is it the good that have to go And they tell us that's just how this life goes So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit Just the people in it and the scavengers who function Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions And getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow But the black form is strong and far from being hollow Why do we get so much into this Freeing Willy When Willy is already free He and them ain't doing shit to free my city And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty So much pain on the brain can't restrain Place the comma too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma So I'm a strive to perfection leave pride in slum sections Keep wit my crew and make all due connections Hook: But but but but but that's what makes the world go round The axis like a carouse Treach: Oh how the ways? Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple From the cradel to the killa leaving corspe and cripples A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb When crews war and now streets get scarier cops hit blocks saying we'll beat 'em Into freedom then we feel robbed like there's no God When we need him So we act accordingly cause we dont' see enjoyment The only line ofbusiness I'm offered is unemployment So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it And it is what it be so see that I'm with this Media haas us believin' they hype Don't pull out ya new shoes cause only the bad news is good news Farrakahn wants us to take the streets back time to take it Before our whole race is stripped naked Hook