S.O.U.L. Purpose - Universal Condition lyrics

[Intro] In my opinion. Young generation, white, black, brown, whatever else it is Are living at a time of extremist, a time of revolution A time when there's got to be a change The people in power have misused it and now there has to be a change [Verse One] [Mazzi] So walk with me and see all that's shown On a block in a box, people call that home Rich man walks by, lives blocks away Got to get his weekly dosage of the rock's today Travel miles overseas see same by the thousands Rags and cut trousers, shacks and mud houses That's home Kids puttin' in child labor Back home Kids havin' kids, child labor Parallel hell can I tell? Well listen War veterans with a couple limbs missin' Wheel chair bound yellin', "The end is nearer!" Same fear pump through CNN and Al Jazeera This American dream is a surrogate thing In traps inseminated Detached and separated In fact we segregated With gats we educated With raps we serenaded The path is big and faded [Chorus] [Mazzi] (MURS) [x2] The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere New York streets to mid east desert air (k**a Cali and everywhere in-between Make you think this nightmare is the American dream) [Verse Two] [MURS] We got the red team and the blue team the you scheme Load clips, slap up knifes and do things It's routine Same state of mind but new scene Automatics held between they drawers and blue jeans Bloodin' and Crippin' is like the war on religion You see my homies love they hood with the utmost conviction Wrap a rag around they face and shoot the first thing snitchin' Like they decorated soldiers on a gang bang mission Savage with no plan To battle for Holy Land Tattoos on their necks, face, arms and both hands 5-0-4 to the 2-1-5 They live by the sword just to die with their pride 7-7-3 the home of gang homicide Get shot with your cap co*ked to the wrong side k** the youth k** the rumor keep some truth in the music Otherwise we won't live long enough to do sh** [Chorus] [Mazzi] (MURS) [x2] The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere New York streets to mid east desert air (k**a Cali and everywhere in-between Make you think this nightmare is the American dream)