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Silkk the Shocker - It's Going Around Outside lyrics
Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute It's like when, I was in the ghetto I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free But God, I got so many questions I just want you to anwser Help Me Out... Rico (from Sons Of Funk): I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me) About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too) Move on, coming out right Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in peace) I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't) Chorus: But I wish it would rain I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain It's going around outside I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain It's going around outside Rico: My best friend's house payments behind Now he lives in the park outside Mary complains about the money she makes I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya) Silkk: Yo' Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain) Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good Ya' know what I really wish for change But it seems killas and drug-dealas But they stereo-type me as a thug Hard to see clear Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad never was in love It seems domestic violence is always the problem When I go home (Go gome) Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along See my grandfather died in the war And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter Only things my kids ever GOT!? Was a trip to the ghetto Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?! Watch them suffer and with all this money I got They can't be saved We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black We all struggle, we act like We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas Feel my pain It's better that you know But don't feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough I lived better than most Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time I gotta homie that's doing 99 He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine I know it's not And ya' know what? It's even worse They got us killin' over turfs I don't know when the last time I went to church Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout) Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas Thinkin' they can get you out See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large God I have a question Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?) Ya' know what I'm sayin' Killin' over dolla bills, paper Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind We gotta realize we gotta problem And the government? The only time they care, is election time And they seem to think the only solution is Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace Pac) And all the fallen soldiers Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already I'm out (It's going around outside |
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