Fresh up the jump street, 21 got heat
nigga that is, killer to live,
lie to my people trap, doing the big,
they won't never see the light of day until they do them years
somethings wrong, somethings wrong
with the system, why the fuck we still stucking this position
I don't plan it colors grass black, hard for them to fit em
when you can't get a job, got a verb to the pitchin
somethings wrong, 'cause it's money rules the world
jewels and the girls who earings at their pearls,
so one Tyson to a young and I just want a little better
'cause every nigga walk and got a hore on their sweater now

Somethings wrong when you regret things that haven't happened yet
but it's a glorious day when morning comes without the feeling of that long
so rise and shine, that was bout time to be alive,
to stay awake with me a while,
and smile, stay up, stay up, wake up.
Somethings wrong.

Don't let a person break you down a smile
somebody's haters they don't get it in a long while
listen for a trawl for the miss judge
check grudge waiting on your shoulder harder pick up
got my chin up nigga this what I meet of,
this is what a..could've made us
hold the generations looking down like they hate us
'cause we ain't let em slave
had a lesson revolution power at the paper,
hand taxi live free, prefer my own life over real TV
I mean reality your lowest the morality
funeral for your brain sells..is now a casualty
damn what they want battle me.

It's a war going outside no mean to save from

Smile smile,
..

I will drill these niggas hand, build these niggas 'cause
they cost to kill these niggas wars can make you millions
all you need is two planes, crash em int he buildings
my brother checks go and tell why we're illing 'cause
'cause somethings wrong with this community
come write just rebel tryin to fight the rebel where's the unity
my young and keep that hammer 'caught in the movie
flickin nowadays it only take a set you could do ..shit
I know the lash and puff the hell of pop
my thoughts are left eye and read like stomach is on the belly fly
frontin the acky just to be rappin for a reason
I was placed to a teacher but still feels like
gotta keep my ass out of the streets
I was ought to bust a heatin some rhyme on beats
some add to profit preacher as.. will give for the gap
I'm believin of what they teachin
someone hundred it ain't enough and come with massive a bill
simple mother fuckers we sayin I'll be rapping to real
have fun, keeping the donkeys all my niggas is learning
fill the walls closing in but still the world keep turning
so on this ride we go, rolling kush for hope
and when we pass I just really hope they re-expose,
let the time I make us fly from this life for..
something's wrong we all agree I got a right to shit
'cause I know somethings wrong.