(feat. Marcos Curiel of P.O.D.)
Hey...stay...nappy roots....yeah...hey..
Now if the world was my oyster
Baby girl everyday could be red lobster
And you would be draped in pearls
But it`s not read the front page herald we need help
Sometime i wish i could save the world
Till death i wonder if there`s any heros left
Quiet is kept won`t hold my breath
Land of the slaves, home of the graves
Of war aids, young aids, gone crazed
These military ways in a flak scene
Love and basketball
Blood and alcohol
Cryin` my eyes out
As i watch the tower fall
Nowhere is safe, comfort is a coffin man
Lookin` out the window duckin` and crawlin` man
Daddy your son is callin` man
Look at this broken man
With broken plans
Thankfull as hell we holdin` hands
Now i`m feelin` love used to livin` it up
Not givin` a f***, livin`s enough
You got to stand for something
How about some hardcore
Save the world
Around the globe in ninety days
Hell on earth they say its nintey-nine ways
To meet your maker, dare the devil and i bet you be brave
It`s just a phase
Like in puberty at school to be crazed
I got the classroom bully on my list to behave
And if he cant then i`ma show him what it means to be saved
I`m just a nerd on my last straw
Bout ten of this my last call
My self esteem extended like this planet bout to blast off
3 - 2 - 1
Feel the black planet
I`m like damn is that granite
That I could be a rapper, a hobo, or some mechanic
That I could be a failure, in fact thats how I planned it
Cause I could never say the whole world is too demanding
And I could never vi