I grew up in the same places as,
Ricky got shot in the face,
I saw Abrahams brain split on the pave,
He jumped off the block, right where the kids play,
Chattin' sh*t, We all strayed,
I guess its deep-seeded urban decay,
From my angle I can see the ghetto burning away,
I wanna cry, I find myself turning away,
This kid 16, Burning the yay,
I send a prayer for the pain
Watching the world go round,
How it always gets me down,
Is it supposed to be like this?
Someone always seems to try,
To come in the way, Is it supposed to be like this?
I come from a place where,
U can't tell what's round the corner,
Like them little black kids from Bronxtale,
Well, As long as we're living in hell,
In the streets violence will always swell,
I can tell u a thousand tales,
And most niggas can relate around the world,
With bullet rounds in his chest,
And the papers hate me well,
I'm trying to revoke the violence,
Not promote the violence,
This is my broken silence,
And u can hear my screams louder than police sirens,
Like my n*gga little Byron,
Just as long as I love and stay vibrant,
And I shall not betrayal,
I shall put my hands up at the end and say I done wrong,
Only time I tell, fo' real
Watching the world go round,
How it always gets me down,
Is it supposed to be like this?
Someone always seems to try,
To come in the way, Is it supposed to be like this?
[Last verse coming from the heart]
I guess we need more stability,
It's like we're imprisoned in the ghetto and it's getting to me,
To the point where I'm feeling institutionalized,
Whether I stay entrapped in,
Or fly from the restraining of thoughts packed in,
I proclaim that I will withstand the rain in,
In order to get out this game, plus,
But they can't out the flame,
Sh*t and ur evolution's about to change,
Sitting round tables with the ties and shirts,
With the lust to discuss me,
As level headed as I can,
To neva back pedal on the plan,
So we can all hold hands together,
Unite so we can live as one
Watching the world go round,
How it always gets me down,
Is it supposed to be like this?
Someone always seems to try,
To come in the way, Is it supposed to be like this?
Watching the world go round,
How it always gets me down,
Is it supposed to be like this?
Someone always seems to try,
To come in the way, Is it supposed to be like this?