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 everyday I gotta ask myself      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      [Unverified]      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 hoe 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      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, whoa      [Unverified]      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      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   Whoa, why is it so      [Unverified]