What Good Am I

[Intro] Yeah, the planet's fucked up man Human beings are the worst thing that happened To this whole Mother Earth baby This is what it is, uh [Verse 1: Chris Webby] The world we're livin' in, this shit is messed up Sometimes it feels like God packed up and left us Terrorist killin' people for no reason The good die young, while evil's still breathin' I can't even turn the news on All you hear about is dangerous people creatin' new bombs Serial killers and natural disasters I'm just prayin' they'll be some pieces to put together after Oil spills after Hurricane Katrina Kim Jong-il sendin' threats from North Korea The middle east, war on the streets People strappin' bombs cause of their religious beliefs Killin' others by the dozen As the human race falls victim to our own self destruction We gotta change the way we live Cause it's the same fucked up world that I'll be leavin' to my kids Man How the fuck am I supposed to raise a family here, man? How can I leave what we got, give it to my kids like... crazy Sometimes it's nothin' but bad people Nothin' but bad things goin' on, ah? Fuck... What can I do, you know? What can I do? [Verse 2: Chris Webby] We gotta make a change, it's our duty We're rapin' the planet of it's resources and beauty Gangs kill each other on American soil While we destroy entire ecosystems drillin' for oil I know times change, and shit evolves But I remember forests and now the mini malls Mother Earth been givin' us a warnin' What happens when the ice caps melt from global warmin'? Some of the most majestic creatures on this planet Are hunted till the point the population's nearly vanished Gunned down for recreational activity And now can only be found at zoos and captivity We've just become too technologically advanced At this rate, the earth never stood a chance The Mayans say our time is almost done So if 2012 is true I guess we had a good run Right? Yeah, 2012 man it's comin' Whatever your opinion is, we fucked We got oil spillin' on the Gulf Coast Deforestation in South America man, read about it man, fuck [Verse 3: Chris Webby] I'm not tryin' to seem to pessimistic But if things don't change that outcome is realistic And everyone should be aware of all this shit As the world spins on it's axis like a kick flip They say I poorly influence all of these kids Cause honestly they shouldn't idolize the crazy way I live But I don't want 'em makin' the same mistakes I did That will lead 'em to a life full of nothin' but shit Cause it's not cool to pop mad pills and act crazy But I got my own demons, my own Slim Shady That alter ego always up to nothin' but trouble But I left all that behind me when I stepped out of the rubble And try to get my life together followin' this rap shit When I say it's all I got, I mean it, that's it It's the way nobody stoppin' me from makin' it And if it's not given to me, then I'm takin' it I'm here baby, you know I'm always on my party shit, La la la, Off The Chain Whatever man,I'm an intelligent person, I know what's good Go out, read the newspaper, see what's goin' on around you man People too stupid, educate yourselves