Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil
Now as I flip through this world of mind
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
Some doin good and others doin evil
I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck
Cos niggas are dyin and nobody gives a muthafuck
And you be wantin to trip when I be talkin about murder and thangs
I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine
What goes on in the neighborhood
East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin out good
Sometimes I wanna cry
And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin dome and let the bullets fly
But mama said I'm too strong to break down
And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down
Cos they think I'm sellin birds
But i'm workin 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin what I deserve
So who's fuckin who
Is it that white man or the black man standin next to you
See, most blacks can't handle power
Get paid and get to changin by the hour
Closin all the doors
Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes
Now after takin a look at that
How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act
See we can't check the peckerwood
If we can't treat our own fuckin people good
We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe
Yeah, now who got the right to write
Now as I flip through this world of mine
Everything is lookin peaceful
I'm checkin out these people
The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil
Now as I flip through this world of mind
Every
