ladies and gents gather around lets take an intermission
the industry is strung out it needs an intervention
cam des and jay they cleared everybody
nas signing def jam and fifty signin everybody
and B.E.T is on some other shit
they can laugh each **** off all day but cant play little brother shit
and if you buying it they sellin it
no 106 in daylight coz they said its irrelevant
and that aint right you either too soft or too thug
bottom line i think the game need a group hug
need a new busta tattoo, a new snoop drug
a new attitude, called let the artist recruit love
and that wont happen n i prolly wont sell
coz i dont know nate dogg and cant afford parole
and paul wall aint answerin my calls or my email
im tryna make it better but i fail, oh well

we can make it better, we can make it better if we put our heads together we can make it better if we try to come together
i be the voice for the hood straight aggravation
need less welfare and more job placements
dope chasin, thug life fascinating
little shorties running wild like imagination
conversation young kids catching cases
wrist watches be the only time that you facing
hood nation sell crack just for some food
grew up with rats i aint talkin about sell me dem bull
if u got some good lawyer and some bail money
then when you see the cop cars use ur bail money
its not funny
swallow grudges to strive but we survive
more baby mamas please get at me
if you down to break the cycle
we need to reach out, touch the kids like Michael
men rise up, young ladies wise up
gotta get together and fight before times up

we can make it better, we can make it better if we put our heads together we can make it better if we try to come together (X2)

arms grenades, raided by armed brigades
dirt placed on marine and army graves
thought it would calmly fade but in the midst
earthquakes victims, hurricanes and tsunami waves
first they relieve funds countries outta deficit
the richest nation is poor my future aint definite
............................./ ensuring me
so how the hell we running out of social security

cars blowin up troops showin up life plans slowin up
price at the gas pump goin up,
another suicide mission is what he sent us on,
coz he lied about the plane hitting the pentagon,
another soldier in iraq and he panics,
dead on the ground with blacks and hispanics,
dyin for a country in a world where there's no peace,
back home his brother got shot by the police.