There's children on the streets using guns and knives   They're taking drugs and each other's lives   Killing each other with knives and forks   And calling each other names like dork      There's people on the street   Getting diseases from monkeys   Yeah, that's what I said   They're getting diseases from monkeys      Now, there's junkies with monkey disease   Who's touching these monkeys?   Please, leave these poor sick monkeys alone   They've got problems enough as it is      A man is lying on the street   Some punk's chopped off his head   And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead   Turns out he's dead      And that's why I'm singing   What, what is wrong with the world today?   What's wrong with the world today?   What, what is wrong with the world today?   You gotta think about it, think, think about it      Good cops been framed, put into a can   All the money that we're making   It's going to the man      What man? Which man? Whose the man?   When's a man a man? What makes a man a man?   Am I a man? Yes, technically I am      They're turning kids into slaves   Just to make cheaper sneakers   But what's the real cost?   'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper      Why are we still paying so much for sneakers ?   When you got them made by little slaves kids   What are your overheads?      At the end of your life, you're lucky if you die   Sometimes I wonder why we would even try   I saw a man lying on the street half dead   With knives and forks sticking out of his leg      And he said, "Can somebody   Get the knife and fork out of my leg, please"   "Can somebody please remove   These cutleries from my knees"      And then we break it down   Acappella jams   Breaking it down, let me break it down   Jamin' out, just jamin' out, yeah, yeah