My Whole World

[Verse 1] I see skies of blue and clouds of white Fuck that, I see hungry children cryin' every night Single mothers on welfare, these kids can't eat The whereabouts of their daddy is a mystery Poverty, probably is keepin' blacks in debt And that's why every first of the month we cash our checks And ask to get, a lottery ticket and some Newports So surreal, kinda like a movie of sorts I see so many things in my world goin' on So this song was conceived with my heart on my sleeve Little boys droppin' out of school, it's hard to believe And little girls being raped, now it's hard to conceive A child, I'm seein' niggas that'll stab you in the back For a pack of cigarettes, and a jacket that matches His bandana, gangbangers, 'caine slangers, chain swingers Check out the picture that D. Swain paints for us [Chorus] Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls Let me welcome you to (my whole world, my whole world) No diamonds and pearls, just stones And broken homes (my whole world, my whole world) I'm only paintin' a picture I care about it this much (my whole world, my whole world) Follow me and we can see some things C'mon and walk with D. Swain (my whole world, my whole world) [Verse 2] I see trees of green, red roses too I see a preacher doin' things he ain't supposed to do Collection plates, he's puttin' in his back pocket But karma's a bitch, so best believe he's gettin' robbed quick Fake gangstas and wanna-be thugs Shootin' up the club, hot over a bottle of bub I see a bunch of drunken junkies, potholes and drugs A lot of homeless families with no one to love, but um The worst thing is that it hurts to see An uneducated black man in his thirties But y'all don't hear me or your eyes are wide shut Dudes goin' to job interviews high as fuck What the fuck? I see politicians makin' promises To fuck us up quicker than the '80s Reaganomics did I see bums on the stoop lookin' stupid They had a shot at life and didn't use it [Chorus] [Verse 3] Twelve-year-olds with cell phones Callin' their man up so he can hit it when nobody else is home I see kids havin' kids, man it is what it is Homie this is how we live Prostitutes, they're on the street corner peddlin' sex Disabled vets, waitin' on their settlement checks, yep! 20 percent of money is spent on women The other 80 is wasted on vodka Stop the madness kid, ain't no adjectives That can describe how I feel when I look back at this shit Pops drunk, now he's smackin' the kids The next day, can't remember what he did I see people settin' up their own kinfolk Babies gettin' sick from their mama's secondhand smoke I see a man hittin' a lady but he ain't a pimp though I'm just sittin' by my window And this is what I see [Chorus]