Silkk The Shocker - It's Going Around Outside Lyrics
Silkk:Yo let me holla at yall for a minuteIts like when, I was in the ghettoI was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhereAnd if I was locked down, I would invision myself being freeBut god, I got so many questionsI just want you to anwserHelp me out...Rico (from sons of funk):I wish that God would talk to me (talk to me)About all the pain that Ive seen (I know you seen it too)Move on, coming out rightCracked out mother got nerve to be cryingAll my friends seem to pass away (rest in peace, all yall rest inPeace)I heard one say, thats the only way (no it aint)Chorus:But I wish it would rainI wish Id rain, I wish Id rain, so it could wash away all my painIts going around outsideI wish Id rain, I wish Id rain, so it could wash away all this painIts going around outsideRico:My best friends house payments behindNow he lives in the park outsideMary complains about the money she makesI see some more people dying of aids (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)Silkk:YoTrying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain)Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all goodYa know what I really wish for changeBut it seems killas and drug-dealasBut they stereo-type me as a thugHard to see clearSupposed to be one-night stand, I aint supposed to be here, mom and dadNever was in loveIt seems domestic violence is always the problemWhen I go home (go gome)Hoping once in my life that mom and dad would get alongSee my grandfather died in the warAnd all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letterOnly things my kids ever got!?Was a trip to the ghettoHave you ever seen a crackbaby? or someone die of aids? !Watch them suffer and with all this money I gotThey cant be savedWe all hustle so ***** the color, white or blackWe all struggle, we act likeWe better then each other, were supposed to be all sistas and brothasFeel my painIts better that you knowBut dont feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and roughI lived better than mostKnowin one day I gotta go, and I cant buy timeI gotta homie thats doing 99He sending me pictures and letters like its all fineI know its notAnd ya know what? its even worseThey got us killin over turfsI dont know when the last time I went to churchCant sleep, doin too much dirtIn the middle of the ghetto, just wishin for clout (wishin for clout)Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustasThinkin they can get you outSee now my quest to live hard, a quest to live largeGod I have a questionWhys it so hard? ! (feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that? )Ya know what Im sayinKillin over dolla bills, paperFightin over turfs, when none of it dont belong to usAnd racism? ! still exist, but me? ! Im color-blindWe gotta realize we gotta problemAnd the government? the only time they care, is election timeAnd they seem to think the only solution isBuild more prisons to throw us in...its not rightBut I got homies dyin over nothing (rest in peace biggie, rest in peacePac)And all the fallen soldiersYa know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violenceNow its going around, now its going around...its going aroundSoon to be in your spot, if its not there alreadyIm out(its going around outside)
