Now as I flip through this world of mine

Everything is lookin peaceful

I'm checkin out these people

The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil

Now as I flip through this world of mind

Everything is lookin peaceful

I'm checkin out these people

Some doin good and others doin evil

I heard somebody say I'll do anything nowaday to make a buck

Cos niggas are dyin and nobody gives a muthafuck

And you be wantin to trip when I be talkin about murder and thangs

I think it's obvious that you ain't never heard of mine

What goes on in the neighborhood

East coast, West coast, ain't shit turnin out good

Sometimes I wanna cry

And straight put the 9 to my muthafuckin dome and let the bullets fly

But mama said I'm too strong to break down

And I'm caught up in another drug shake-down

Cos they think I'm sellin birds

But i'm workin 9 to 5 and still ain't gettin what I deserve

So who's fuckin who

Is it that white man or the black man standin next to you

See, most blacks can't handle power

Get paid and get to changin by the hour

Closin all the doors

Got a little paper, now they wanna treat they people like hoes

Now after takin a look at that

How the fuck you think the white man is supposed to act

See we can't check the peckerwood

If we can't treat our own fuckin people good

We wanna pick the fruit, but the fruit ain't ripe

Yeah, now who got the right to write

Now as I flip through this world of mine

Everything is lookin peaceful

I'm checkin out these people

The ones that's doin good and the ones that's doin evil

Now as I flip through this world of mind

Every