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Silkk The Shocker - Its Going Around Outside

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Silkk:



Yo let me holla at yall for a minute

Its 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 Ive 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 yall rest in

Peace)

I heard one say, thats the only way (no it aint)



Chorus:



But I wish it would rain

I wish Id rain, I wish Id rain, so it could wash away all my pain

Its going around outside

I wish Id rain, I wish Id rain, so it could wash away all this pain

Its going around outside



Rico:



My best friends 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 aint 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 cant be saved

We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black

We all struggle, we act like

We better then each other, were supposed to be all sistas and brothas

Feel my pain

Its better that you know

But dont feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough

I lived better than most

Knowin one day I gotta go, and I cant buy time

I gotta homie thats doing 99

He sending me pictures and letters like its all fine

I know its not

And ya know what? its even worse

They got us killin over turfs

I dont know when the last time I went to church

Cant 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

Whys it so hard? ! (feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that? )



Ya know what Im sayin

Killin over dolla bills, paper

Fightin over turfs, when none of it dont belong to us

And racism? ! still exist, but me? ! Im 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...its 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 its going around, now its going around...its going around

Soon to be in your spot, if its not there already

Im out

(its going around outside)

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