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