Cartel's so wasted, yeah   Wyclef's so wasted, yeah   It's the way the world is going on, man   We might not make it to see the future      It's 2:45   The baby takes his first breath   The mother never knew he only had a few left   And the father gets a call in the middle of the night   His breath gets short and his chest gets tight      But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast   Takes a turn to the left   It would be his last   Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right   Nobody in the car would have died that night      But he's thirty-two and invincible   The cancer he had, it was visceral   He never saw it coming   Thought he had his whole life   Sick in the morning and he died in the night      But we're all so...   We're on the run   But we are aware, oh, oh      We're wasted   No, no, no   We're all wasted   We're wasted   No, no   We're all wasted      Seven years old   Got his bat in his hand   He's looking for his father   And he doesn't understand   Cause dad's too busy   Got some deals on the way   His son sits alone as the children play      And he's eighteen   He couldn't wait to move out   His parents wonder what all the rush is about   They never bothered with his dreams   Only thinking of theirs   Wonders why he doesn't call   And why he doesn't care      But he's thirty-two and invincible   With everything he is based on principle   He never had a truly happy moment in his life   He didn't want the kids   And he didn't want his wife      We're wasted   No, no, no   We're all wasted   We're wasted   No, no   We're all wasted   We're wasted   We're all wasted   We're all wasted   No, no   We're all wasted      Manhattan: Twin Towers   Nuclear: North Korea   Bloodshed in Iraq   Cartel and 'Clef screamin'   "Send the troops back!"   Turn the microphone up   You gotta hear the feedback   No more war   Too many wasted      Twenty-three now   Got his life in his hands   He's looking all around   And he doesn't understand   Cause life's too busy   Things get in the way   We all feel alone every single day      And I'm eighteen   I couldn't wait to move out   It's been five years   And now I'm starting to doubt   Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares   Looking off to some place that isn't there      When I'm thirty-two, will I be miserable   With everything around based on principle?   Will I have a clue?   Wouldn't it be nice   To never be alone in this wasted life?      We're wasted   No, no, no   We're all wasted   We're wasted   No, no   We're all wasted   We're wasted   We're all wasted   We're all wasted   No, no   We're all wasted