| Put the mic on | 
| Alright, c’mon | 
| Yeah, yeah, ayo | 
| Feelin' like Outkast, lay the stank on ya | 
| Brothas giving dap, trappin' on the street corners | 
| Bitches wavin' «Hi» in the next man’s ride | 
| 'Cause she know she gotta pay them bills, trickin' on the side | 
| And the kids seen so many stepfathers is alive | 
| Drinkin' all the Kool-Aid, fuckin' up the vibe | 
| Man, there’s so many parents just don’t understand | 
| How to raise a child, educate 'em, teach 'em how to stand | 
| And not to be a follower, people were like toddlers | 
| When there’s no love, the heart becomes more hollower | 
| Then you wanna be alone, the mind becomes shallower | 
| The weak ones hang theyself, don’t let this life demolish ya | 
| Uh, we can dominate the world with a plan | 
| Stand next to each other then we hold hands | 
| Brothas and sistas (Hey, young world) | 
| Take it all with a grain of sand | 
| It’s a deadly circumstance | 
| From simply getting by, uh | 
| It’s a brainwashed straw man | 
| To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh | 
| It make a smart man stupid | 
| And turn a rich man foolish | 
| We got to man up, stand, up, hands up | 
| Woo-ooh | 
| See brothas get murdered over dice games | 
| Bullets started to fly when the nights came | 
| You got a bad chick and a nice chain | 
| Be careful, them niggas right over there got nice aim | 
| Catch you for a lot or a little bit | 
| It really doesn’t matter 'cause the babies gotta deal with it | 
| Opioid epidemic, so DM with no recollection | 
| Body last found in the place where they people left 'em | 
| The babies got it harder then ever | 
| They calling them the internet babies | 
| Microwave cell phone towers, fake food | 
| Red meat makes the state of mind crazy | 
| Police killing brothas like it’s okay | 
| It’s like a modern-day slavery | 
| Everybody stand, up man Up | 
| Don’t let these wild beasts break us down | 
| And put they hands on us | 
| It’s a deadly circumstance | 
| From simply getting by, uh | 
| It’s a brainwashed straw man | 
| To keep you ill-advised, woo-ooh | 
| It make a smart man stupid | 
| And turn a rich man foolish | 
| We got to man up, stand, up, hands up | 
| Woo-ooh | 
| Save them children from the pry | 
| Whole world | 
| Show them nothing stops them but that same ol' lie | 
| May God save that child | 
| From this world so foul | 
| I want a new Earth, new world, woo-ooh |