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]