What is the world

My soul callin,

Risin out of the coffin

The world is a graveyard, and niggas dyin too often

But out came the roots, the morals got people runnin

Causin much bloodshed, just tryna be the hottest

But, under the hood the world is a straight up ghetto

Killin is the mission, is this the reason why people living?

Uhh, man for the gifted I'm sayin follow your dreams

The world is a big business with a lot of opportunities

Checkin the difference, the world is a mystery

Unknown things lying ahead of our people, see

The world's a battlefield, with big killin machines

Killin each other for power and a land piece, uhh

What is the world? A blind man needing many guidance

Where are we going is a question we ain't finding

But we choose to believe in things seen and unseen

Now finding proof that the unseen is something

The world's a path, but a bumpy road

A lot of obstacles nigga how far can you go

A heart of gold but a twisted mind can be the final product

When you livin in a world full of twisted souls, Yuhh

Blistered homes, man this world is a disease