Check it out   I heard this track here right and I kind of felt a lil' somethin'   You know, it took my mind some place it ain't been   So I'm trying to figure out what make this world go round for real   People are stressin'      Oh how, oh how come every time we have problems they nix none   Sending people to other plants when they still ain't fix this one   Victims from a distance, predictions of affliction   Some faction cause frictions, some fractions need fixing   Mixing making music man to make it work   Some sticking shakin' bruisin' damn just ta brake a purse   It's worse misguided some guttered locked on the block   'Cuz the cops can't be trusted      Busted, trusted, frustrated, frustrations of no more patience   Insides are cold and vacant, check how we lay it   Why when we speak they try to stifle our breath   Cock a rifle to chest   Then ya have the party of your life at your death   Oh, I wanna know, I wanna know, oh, life goes   So I look at the kids and wonder where their life might go   Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks      We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit   Just the people in it and the scavengers who function   Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions   And that's getting maybe a tad bit too deep to follow   But the black form is strong and far from being hollow   Why do we get so much into this freeing Willy when Willy is free      He and them ain't doing shit to free my city   And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty   That's when the gritty gets grimy and the wicked gets witty   So much pain on the brain can't restrain   Place the comma, too much drama but I'll bleed to please my momma   So I'm a strive to perfection, leave pride in slum sections   Keep wit my crew and make all due connections, connections      But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round   But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round   The axis and down the carousel      Oh, how the ways?   Nowadays baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple   From the cradle to the killa leaving corpse and cripples   A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun   Our kids days are up even if they ain't stray ones   You lay one or two on the more now the merrier the day's dumb   When crews war and now streets get scarier   Cops hit blocks saying we'll beat 'em into freedom   Then we feel robbed like there's no God when we need Him      So we act accordingly cause we don't' see enjoyment   The only line of business I'm offered is unemployment   So we gots to get ours and ours gotta get it   And it is what it be so see that I'm with this   Media has us believin' they hype   Don't pull out ya new shoes that's faking   Before our whole race is stripped naked      That's what makes the world go round   The axis and down the carousel      But, but, but, but, but that's what makes the world go round   The axis and down the carousel   But, but, but, but, but