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What A Wonderful World


I feel like, every black teen wanna be the next big hooper And if they don't make it, they feel like they've been Kama Sutra'd Some play overseas for a backup plan And some disrespect their family ties so that life don't even suit 'em I don't get why our race doesn't have big dreams Something more effective than just making a team I wanna be that one person that leads And reject the offers from jealousy and greed I wish I could say it's a wonderful world Some people don't care about your life Thinking that someone will help the children in plight Thinking that you won't commit sin if the tithings are right Thinking you'll get away from your fears if that crack is being fried There's children dying, mamas crying, president sighing Think we living in a wonderful world you lying You can't win the game if the price isn't right Forget the dads who weren't there with their kid when they were struggling to fly their kite Not there to help clean out the cut or bite But you are there in front of ya kid when you and the baby mama fight And you on with Wilkos, they tell u to take of the child and you say u might? Everyday, the world cries pools of tears And every time there's a question being asked, it seems like no one is there to hear People scared to go into the deep end so their thoughts are shallow Y'all got things twisted up as if I said sal hallow But its Shallow Hal, you hear stomachs growl They wanna be active but there's no ball or court, man that is kinda foul Empty bottles for sandals, only light is a candle They wish they can have those mandals that's worn by Randall and yall laughing at him They say its a wonderful world, but is it really? They worrying about war in Iraq when there's gang wars in Philly People making billions! But you can't donate a milli? Cold hearted people, leave the victims chilly Life is a trick, got David Blaine saying, "girl you silly!" 'Cause in this world there's a lot of people who wanna take control But if they don't have the remote everyone has to pay a toll Crooked necks, bounced checks, relationships broken up over a text Nowadays I guess people won't know its their time to shine if its not a sunny day to wear the Rolex Oh and did I forget to mention The competition Everyone is after each other So they can put each other out of commission Broken glass, shattered dreams Town being burned down as the child clings Massacres being witnessed, people scratched off a hit-list And if u don't do something right, people are Ebert and Roeper, a critic Toddlers & tiaras Girls wanna be the next Ceearah Oops I mean Ciara Oh well, 'cause ya goodies won't last forever With these endeavors, wicked is the weather Don't have balls to go outside the playground The world is stuck to the pole, tether
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