[verse one] gimmick rappers come a dime a dozen, but real doesn't fake die y try end of discussion, um crushin n rushin in the door, hell's walkin in wit me truth fighters in every state gonna wanna spit wit me give the mic ta tavis smiley, warren Balentine michael Baisden give a verse public enemy time now provoke that thought that the kids can hear proudly instead of everybody speakin on nuttin loudly weak man, seek man, start wit ur seed man each man, teach man make ignorance obsolete man I guess if the beats cool dont matter what the words is P said it I agree tell me what ur purpose is emcees got the world in their hip pocket but they brad sellers in the game got the ball and drop it beef we speak on quickly, b.s. is celebrated but the world is fallin a part and wont nobody state it Chorus “what’s going on, what’s going on” (x2) [Soulful Solo Break] We gotta protect our young… to save our future, yeah. Guard our neighborhoods… ‘cause no one’s coming but us, uh. Lift your voice, take a stand… it starts with us, right here. Every block, every street… our hands, our hearts, our fight. Rise up now, don’t wait… the time is ours tonight. [verse two] all I have is one voice, one choice and umma use it it aint about the dollars or for sumbody's amusement all I wanna do is teach, try my best to repair the damage in ur neighborhood cuz believe me I was there every rock, heron, weed, gun fight in the street me n mine done passed down a real bogus legacy the sins of the father come on the sons now before their time we're out here daily buryin our sons they call it God's will but I concur this wasn't his plan its unnatural for man to take the life of man but I cant change the world, I try to keep control in my home but if every man held his on, this problem we'd own hip hop will never die my rebels, there to much to address the poor's still oppressed, stressed wit the long end of less lift every voice and speak on it, time for atonement even though it won't be popular don't kill the show own it