Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Going Around Outside (feat. Rico From The Sons of Funk) , by - Silkk The Shocker. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
It's Going Around Outside (feat. Rico From The Sons of Funk) |
| Yo' let me holla at y’all for a minute |
| It’s like when, I was in the ghetto |
| I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere |
| And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free |
| But God, I got so many questions |
| I just want you to anwser |
| Help Me Out… |
| Rico (from Sons Of Funk): |
| I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me) |
| About all the pain that I’ve seen (I know you seen it too) |
| Move on, coming out right |
| Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying |
| All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y’all rest in |
| Peace) |
| I heard one say, that’s the only way (No it ain’t) |
| But I wish it would rain |
| I wish I’d rain, I wish I’d rain, so it could wash away all my pain |
| It’s going around outside |
| I wish I’d rain, I wish I’d rain, so it could wash away all this pain |
| It’s going around outside |
| Rico: |
| My best friend’s house payments behind |
| Now he lives in the park outside |
| Mary complains about the money she makes |
| I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya) |
| Silkk: |
| Yo' |
| Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain) |
| Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good |
| Ya' know what I really wish for change |
| But it seems killas and drug-dealas |
| But they stereo-type me as a thug |
| Hard to see clear |
| Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain’t supposed to be here, Mom and Dad |
| Never was in love |
| It seems domestic violence is always the problem |
| When I go home (Go gome) |
| Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along |
| See my grandfather died in the war |
| And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter |
| Only things my kids ever GOT?! |
| Was a trip to the ghetto |
| Have you ever seen a crackbaby? |
| Or someone die of AIDS?! |
| Watch them suffer and with all this money I got |
| They can’t be saved |
| We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black |
| We all struggle, we act like |
| We better then each other, we’re supposed to be all sistas and brothas |
| Feel my pain |
| It’s better that you know |
| But don’t feel sorry for me, even though I lived hard and rough |
| I lived better than most |
| Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can’t buy time |
| I gotta homie that’s doing 99 |
| He sending me pictures and letters like it’s all fine |
| I know it’s not |
| And ya' know what? |
| It’s even worse |
| They got us killin' over turfs |
| I don’t know when the last time I went to church |
| Can’t sleep, doin' too much dirt |
| In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout) |
| Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas |
| Thinkin' they can get you out |
| See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large |
| God I have a question |
| Why’s it so hard?! |
| (Feel my pain, feel my pain… feel that?) |
| Ya' know what I’m sayin' |
| Killin' over dolla bills, paper |
| Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don’t belong to us |
| And racism?! |
| Still exist, but ME?! |
| I’m color-blind |
| We gotta realize we gotta problem |
| And the government? |
| The only time they care, is election time |
| And they seem to think the only solution is |
| Build more prisons to throw us in… it's not right |
| But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace |
| Pac) |
| And all the fallen soldiers |
| Ya' know what, it used to be in my community… drugs and violence |
| Now it’s going around, now it’s going around… it's going around |
| Soon to be in your spot, if it’s not there already |
| I’m out |
| (It's going around outside) |