R.E.M.E.D.Y.

[Intro: Remedy (children)] "This is worldwide!" Life... and what does it really all mean ("this is worldwide!") Reflect on that (R-E-M-E, D-Y) check it out, though [Remedy] I caught my first half brick in '87 I thought I knew it all, few years past eleven Middle class kid, who grew up fast, kid Sharp as glass, skin'll crush like a large mouth bass In a world movin' fast, can't live in the past Momma said that the best things in life don't last Another chapter in the storybook, one more sung And it's so true, only the good die young This great country has gone to hell Nobody listened til the Trade Center fell Everything that once was good, has just turned back Happiness has faded to sad This is just what the industry ordered Come and get your therapy, Remedy, my own worst enemy The hits come free, straight from the M.C The R-E-M D, now, that's me [Chorus: Remedy (children)] If you down on your luck and your just gettin' by (R-E-M-E, D-Y) If every fuckin' day you love to get high (R-E-M-E, D-Y) If life really sucks and you just want to die (R-E-M-E, D-Y) Show no weakness and never let them see you cry (R-E-M-E, D-Y) [Remedy] Now I retired from the drug game Self preservation on my family name I got into this music game, with thoughts about fortune and fame To find the music and drug game were two in the same We got dealers turned artists and artists turned dealers Squealers, pro stealers and big four wheelers Iced out chains and platinum frames And big big guns and big big names and Hollywood's burnin', it must be the music You can ask E. Sermon (do-do-do-do-doo) We got, club promoters who turned label owners Yo feed the homeless, man, we need blood donors Here's an M.C. advisory, nothin' about the industry's clean The only thing that matters is green It is what it is and exactly what how it seems Cash Rules Everything Me, C.R.E.A.M [Chorus: Remedy (children)] When you see me on the street and just walk on by (R-E-M-E, D-Y) If every time speak can't help but to lie (R-E-M-E, D-Y) If you stuck in the kitchen and got fish to fry (R-E-M-E, D-Y) Now reach, reach up and touch the sky (R-E-M-E, D-Y) [Remedy] Now I looked the major labels straight dead in their face And I told 'em, "yeah ya'll, thanks but no thanks" They wanna throw a few hundred g's in my face Like I ain't already have g's in the bank They wanna sell me fame but I don't wanna buy it My name in the game is enough, keep quiet They got live bait and they wheelin' in fish So all you fuckin' artists best to make one wish There is no difference between us and them I was doin' this before now til then Now everybody wanna sign the next white rapper Don't make me have to, be the one to slap ya [Chorus: Remedy (children)] Suicide, it's a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y) Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y) Suicide, it's a suicide (R-E-M-E, D-Y) Who, what, where, when, how and why (R-E-M-E, D-Y) [Outro: Children] This is worldwide (R-E-M-E, D-Y, R-E-M-E, D-Y) This is worldwide, if you don't know, now you know Remedy! (R-E-M-E, D-Y) 2002, come through, yeah (R-E-M-E, D-Y) (R-E-M-E, D-Y)