The Jonez - What In The World lyrics

I don't believe in bullets or violent acts but I w't run like a rat, handle that if you see me coming don't act like you know me what you did was stand up and lie to e tell everyone especially told me make money get money always told me said many moons later took us by the throat to make it better now I know I was on the first boat never believed that Columbus Represented each and every one of us to hear the truth your mind turns sour I could've been chained to the Mayflower I no longer have to try just to look you in the eye Make money get money always did tell me make money get money just lie to me make money get money didn't have to sell me too make money get money make money get money what in the world are you talking about let me hear you say what in the world are you talking about all the people say what in the world are you talking about Tired of this and I wan't going out like this defiant one with a raised fist sit back allow me to pour your wine forget that, you can s** mine getting good at shooting guns a eye for an eye just for fun with one swing I'd like to axe this k**ing your brother for target practice I got your back your life I will carry I've got to admit it's kind of scary We're mixing up the tones my posse means a lot to me we're not another clone make money get money always did tell me make money get money just lie to me make money get money didn't have to see me too make money get money make money get money what in the world are you talking about let me hear you say what in the world are you talking about all the people say what in the world are you talking about It will never be right as I'm standing here today it will never be right as I'm standing here today why do we got to fight just because he's black or just because he's white watch out before it's too late they want to separate the states don't be surprised by the signs or sounds of breaking gla**... n* don't let the sun go down on your black a** so get back swine with the poured wine forget that you can kiss mine what's this, is that a knife sticking out of me a small price to pay to be free verse I chat might rhyme this time it blows what left of a violent mind