[Intro: Grand Puba, Common]
One, to-the, to-the two...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... (What, what...)
One time, as we do it like this, yeah
Grand Puba, Common Sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
It's all love, y'all
It's all love, y'all
It's all love, y'all
What you say, Pu? Dig it
[Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce]
Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains
When we gonna realize and make the change?
Take the blame, erase the shame
The new millennium is knocking at your door
The New World Order is what they got in store
[Verse 1: Grand Puba, (Common), together]
Now I can't stress this enough – life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit
Just for you to get a little bit
Born into existence where your existence is non-existent
But your persistence – overcomes their resistance
Your daily mechanism is your defense
Whether it be past or present tense
Don't be dense, I'm droppin' this with Common Sense (True indeed)
As we linger on into the darkness (Yeah)
Poisoned by society, where high-anxiety is just one variety
Hatin' each other is another, brotha
I mean, I'm really true to the shit, my spit ain't just spit (Aight...)
My duty is to save my people from all of this shit (Word)
And if I can get something for doing that, then I'm gon' get it
And I won't quit
My ways and action manifest in my way of thinking
I just can't stand around and do nothing while my people sinking
I told you, that I stay true (Say what?)
And I gotta do, what I can do, when I can do, so...
[Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce]
Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drains
When we gonna realize and make the change?
Take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knocking at your door
The New World Order's what they got in store
[Verse 2: Common]
Grand Pu... I'ma do.... what I gotta do.... what I can do
It's One For All, like Brand Nu–bian
Feeding the multitudes with five loaves
Dead men walking, with lost souls
Some say the gangs is strange, our ways have been tribal
Since the days of Kemet, now displayed on Bennett
Revolution's like good pussy, I'm trying to stay up in it
In our music is a message, though some is afraid to send it
I don't know much about the New World Order –
I know I got a new daughter
Direction and protection, I must provide for her
The moral of the story, I'm building
Like O.D.B. say, "We for the children"
Nike make a killing off us – we kill each other, it kills me to see that
You take a life for gold – nigga, did you really need that?
We try to escape through mixtapes, rims, and weed sack
And, to the New Age – they say that women's gonna lead that, so
[Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce]
Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drain
When we gonna realize and make the change?
Take the blame, erase the shame
This new millennium is knocking at your door
The New World Order is what they got in store
[Verse 3: Grand Puba, (Common), & together]
Oh, say it ain't so (It ain't so)
My peoples at an all-time low (Double low, Pu')
Nowadays, we doing anything for dough (For the dough, joe)
Don't you know that Knowledge is the note? (What?)
Know the ledge, don't hit the edge
The negativity pulls us down, like gravity (Yup)
Devilish ways and actions poisons us, like a cavity (Yessir)
As we send this one throughout our whole proximity
Grand Pu' and Common strive to come together
[Verse 4: Common]
In this era of pre-paid calling cards
I roll with squads called the Gods
Ignorance is at large
Struggles in our backyard
I slapbox with life and see it wasn't that hard
As long as you got God; even got Gramps off lard
It's stray lives and bullets directed
That leave the village and lives disconnected, like ghetto phones
Fuck a search through a magazine for Better Homes
It ain't gonna happen 'til the Devil's gone, with the breeze
And niggas get off they knees, so...
[Chorus: Grand Puba, Common & Keon Bryce]
Maybe one day we can work it out
Strive to understand what life's about
All it seems to be is sadness and pain
Blood like rain clogs urban drain
When we gonna realize and make the change?
Take the blame, erase the shame
'Cause new millennium is knocking at your door
The New World Order is what they got in store
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