Drop that s***!
All the news is bad, killer kills self, three found dead,
All the terror in this world it's just, just, just, just filling my head.
What to be what do and my God why?
People around me keep dropping, dropping, dropping like flies.
Each and every day we get closer and closer, to the very end,
Who's next? Is it me? Is it you? Is it me? Is it you? Or is it your friend?
I'm not talking about Ice-T when I say "bodycount,"
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, what this world's about.
Life? Huh, Yeah...Right
You think I can't see the way life is going?
To hell in a hand basket, see we be knowing.
But I guess that's nothing but life, the poor struggle and strife,
While the rich lay on their a**, smoking on pipes.
Well I guess you better make just one good decision,
Because life can be a knife that will cut you with precision.
Please waste not, want not, smoking too much pot,
And winding up shot, POP POP POP-POP POP.
All the bad times you see they're not new,
Keep messing around with life and it's gonna give it to you.
And that's real, so real.
I ask, you ask, I ask, you ask; Why are we here?
Is it worth living? Is it worth living? When we live in fear.
We got gangs, we got colors, we got signs and sets,
g*******ing equals nothing but an instant death?
Drive by, homicide, suicide, genocide,
Why choose a side? Too many people that I know and loved have died.
Terror, horror, greed and deceit make the world go 'round,
Unless I change, you change, we change, we'll all end up underground.
This is the part where we go f****** crazy.
All the news is bad, killer kills self, three found dead,
All the terror in this world it's just, just, just, just filling my head.
What to be what do and my God why?
People around me keep dropping, dropping, dropping like flies.
Each and every day we get closer and closer, to the very end,
Who's next? Is it me? Is it you? Is it me? Is it you? Or is it your friend?
I'm not talking about Ice-T when I say "bodycount,"
I wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder, what this world's about.
Life? Huh, Yeah...Right
You think I can't see the way life is going?
To hell in a hand basket, see we be knowing.
But I guess that's nothing but life, the poor struggle and strife,
While the rich lay on their a**, smoking on pipes.
Well I guess you better make just one good decision,
Because life can be a knife that will cut you with precision.
Please waste not, want not, smoking too much pot,
And winding up shot, POP POP POP-POP POP.
All the bad times you see they're not new,
Keep messing around with life and it's gonna give it to you.
And that's real, so real.
I ask, you ask, I ask, you ask; Why are we here?
Is it worth living? Is it worth living? When we live in fear.
We got gangs, we got colors, we got signs and sets,
g*******ing equals nothing but an instant death?
Drive by, homicide, suicide, genocide,
Why choose a side? Too many people that I know and loved have died.
Terror, horror, greed and deceit make the world go 'round,
Unless I change, you change, we change, we'll all end up underground.
This is the part where we go f****** crazy.