The world troubles on
Everywhere I look some one is dead or harmed
But the still spending billions to make a better bomb
With my head in palm toke on the mariJuan
Watching news clips on how the Jews bombing Lebanon
They say get rid of them no matter how they get it done
Even if it leads to them taking the life of innocent
We always into some n***as from the inner slums a put one in ya brain just for a bit of crumbs
And all the little ones brains been infected
Little homies into guns little dames into s**
Is this the dream of doc King or the vision of Macolm X
All thier struggles and thier pains dissolving to a mess
Everyday a n***a stressed up the dose on the sess
Had to quit cancer sticks like f** cigarettes
In the motherland where most of my brothers feel they smothered in
Running from their homes hoping to see that other land