The Nature

Expect the unexpected

Yo

It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do

When everybody turns they back on you It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do

When everybody turns their back...

Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Where the little kids get ammunition (word) you can't get no nutrition

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

to put you out of your misery like euthanasia (yeah)

Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia

Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

If they the third world then who the first to get to heaven

I know it's hard but who does God choose to go through it worst

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

We gotta get back to what really matters

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder

Mom and dad don't forget, to warn your sons and daughters

About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

Word~! Don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin

They stayin stuck in one spot they not growin

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

The game changed me into (A Different World) like Dwayne Wayne

I'm gettin high just to maintain (yeah)

Take my music like a drug and drop the needle in the same vein

I get a rush like I'm tweekin off blow

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

The street slang I be speakin in code

Kick in the do's, freakin the flow 'til the speakers explode

We in control, the people know I speak the truth

The power of my roots is thicker than sour sop

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Family tradition is to tell 'em you love 'em

While your family livin from granny in the kitchen the little man in prison

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

I'm tryin to search my soul to find out, what I'm after

But the more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder

So mom and dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters

About the-na-ture-of, the world today, the nature of the world today

The-na-ture-of, the world today, the nature of the world today

Yeah, it's all natural baby

It's how we put it there

Yeah, Brooklyn to Tennessee

You goin up with me

Yeah, yeah, break it down