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Check it out I heard this track here right and I kind of felt a lil' somethin' You know, it took my mind some place it ain't been So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go round for real People are stressin' Oh how, oh how come every time we have problems they nix none Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one Victims from a distance, predictions of affliction Some faction cause frictions, some fractions need fixing 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 'Cuz 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, 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 that's 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 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, connections But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round The axis and down the carousel Oh, how the ways? Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple From the cradle to the killa leaving corpse 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 don't' see enjoyment The only line of business 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 has us believin' they hype Don't pull out ya new shoes that's faking Before our whole race is stripped naked That's what makes the world go round The axis and down the carousel But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round The axis and down the carousel But, but, but, but, but |