W.G.O.N.R.S.

[Big Daddy Kane] People people, we gotta get over Before we go under, and I wonder Why we can't find a little piece of mankind Instead of always step back, gimme my damn nine Livin the thug, like the shoot up the drug type They love to hear the people sayin, "Yo that kid is bugged right?" Just a game, so please, out here men die The average black man today don't make it to see twenty-five Cause someone else got the clock rocked Tryin to get the neighborhood locked, to be the new man on the block But if you asked me who's the man I'm like, "You tell me? I don't know, Ed Lover, Dr. Dre and Heavy D?" I got my mind on comin up, if not in first place Then damnit I plan to be the first runner up But it seems, I got a lot of problems under my belt And everday I gotta ask myself [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in our society What's goin on, in a de country What's goin on, in your community What's goin on, tell me [Reggae chat] - can't translate [Big Daddy Kane] I seen a kid freshly dipped with mad gold Fifteen years old, with plenty drugs bein sold But then somebody caught him for his Air Jordans His drugs the cash and the jewels he was sportin You wanna call your girl a B-I-T-C-H You can't appreciate so now she's humpin your man, then she ain't Cause when you teach her that ho mentality They accept that as reality and give all your friends the skin You need to show some love for your people All men are created equal, that's why with everybody I always Spread love, and keep my pockets full of dol-dollars But check it out now We're not the uncivilized, the Kane? So let's get it together, man we did it when we were slaves Instead of always tryin to blame someone else Take a look around, and ask yourself [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in your community What's goin on, in a dis country What's goin on, in our society What's goin on, whoahhhh [Reggae chat] - can't translate [Big Daddy Kane] Nowadays it's all about provin you ain't nuttin soft And everybody's always talkin about bustin off But that ain't where we gotta go, kid we can throw And handle this thing like Holyfield and blow Then when we get it off our chest, let's put it to rest And try to make some money progress Because if I got a dollar, and you got ten And you can get a hundred from a friend if five others kick in Shoot, we can take that stack and put it back In a community that's black, to make our people attract Like somethin magnetic, cause word is bond it's pathetic We always talkin about this piece of the pie But it seems we can't get it Unless we field the life of a drug dealer And start stellin llello but you know where they go Up to the penile, because they chose to be wild And now you're upstate kid, uh, waitin patiently to see trial Now let that whole gangsta route slide There's too much money and skins here on the outside For me to ever let my freedom go Cause I got mine, now get yous, and let me know [Scoob] Ah what's goin on, in our society What's goin on, when you nah haf no money What's goin on, people on the street Whoahhh, why is it so.. [Reggae chat] - can't translate