World Go Round

[Produced by Minnesota] [Intro: Treach] Check it out I heard this track right here and I kinda felt a lil' somethin' You know, it took my mind some place it ain't been Search deep into another world So I'm tryin' to figure out what make this world go 'round, for real People are stressed [Verse 1: Treach] Oh how, oh how come every time we have problems, they mix stunts? Sendin' people to other planets when they still ain't fixed this one Victims from a distance, predictions of affliction Some factions cause frictions, so fractions need fixin' Mixin', makin' music, man, to make it work Some stickin', shakin', bruisin', damn, just ta brake a purse It's worse, misguided, some guttered Locked on the block 'cause the cops can't be trusted Busted, flustered, frustrated, frustrations of no more patience Insides are cold and vacant, check how we lay it Why when we speak, they try to stifle our breath? Cock a rifle to chest, then ya have the party of ya life at ya death Ohhhh, I wanna know, I wanna know Oh why, oh why is it always the good that have to go? And they tell us that's just how this life goes So I look at the kids, and wonder where their life might go Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit Just the people in it and the scavengers who function Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions And that's gettin' maybe a tad bit too deep to follow But the black form is strong, and far from bein' hollow Why do we get so much into this freein' Willy When Willy is Free He and them ain't doin' shit to free my city And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty That's when the gritty gets grimy, and the wicked gets witty So much pain on the brain, can't restrain Place the comma, too much drama But I'll bleed to please my momma So I'ma strive to perfection, leave pride in slum sections Keep wit' my crew and make all due corrections [Chorus x2] But that's what makes the world go 'round The ups and downs, a carousel [Verse 2: Treach] Oh, how the ways? Nowadays, baby's comin' from spittin' out momma's nipple From the cradle to the killa, leavin' corpse and cripples A Brooklyn boy dies, shot by a cop for a play gun Our kids' days are up, even if they ain't stray ones You lay one, or two, or the more now the merrier The day's done when crews war, and now streets get scarier Cops hit blocks, sayin' we'll beat 'em into freedom Then we feel robbed like there's no God when we need Him So we act accordingly 'cause we don't see enjoyment The only line of business I'm offered is unemployment So we gots to get ours and I's got to get it And it is what it be, so see that I'm with this Media has us believin' the hype Don't pull out ya new shoes 'Cause only the bad news is good news Farrakhan wants us to take the streets back, time to take it Before our whole race is stripped naked [Chorus x2]