Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's Wrong , by - Marco Polo. Release date: 22.03.2013
Song language: English
What's Wrong |
| Yo, I can see the main problem, G |
| Your minority remains in poverty |
| Robberies for commodities |
| And the majority prays, the same camaraderie |
| In one hand, it’s a pot of gold |
| In the other hand, it makes cancer seem like the common cold |
| The common goal is it curses you and leaves you with wicked ways |
| Kill a whole neighborhood off, quick as AIDS |
| One touch’ll feel better than drugs |
| You’re hooked now, it’s never enough |
| Some say it feels better than love |
| Every sentence, protocol |
| Number one cause overall |
| Make them go to war quick for them, broads strip for them |
| Shooters fours blow for 'em, street corners pitch for 'em |
| Poor folk want 'em so the rich flaunt 'em |
| Novus Ordo Seclorum |
| E Pluribus Unum |
| Tell me what’s wrong |
| Talkin' 'bout M-O-N-E-Y |
| What’s wrong |
| People will steal or lie, to get paid |
| Tell me what’s wrong |
| Talkin' 'bout M-O-N-E-Y |
| What’s wrong |
| People will kill or die, to get paid |
| Ain’t nothin' deeper than the root of evil |
| It’s too cerebral, look what it do to people |
| Turn they’re heart cold, even their soul with no feelins |
| The ghetto m-o, no money, mo' killin' |
| It’s no chillin', it leaves the place blazin' |
| Ain’t no such thing as a safe haven |
| How can the youth survive in a world we made? |
| The future dies at an early age |
| We went from pride and honor to divide and conquer |
| Killin' ourselves, that ain’t the final offer |
| That’s why usually, when somebody die, it’s karma |
| 8 million stories, advertised by a violent author |
| Grindin' harder to supply the corner |
| While the government’s the private sponsor |
| From the belly of the beast, from 25 to life inside the monster |
| Money, the co-defendant, the silent partner |
| We saggin' on the streets of New York, to Californ' |
| But it seems like we got our swagger wrong |
| Should have tried to walk with Farrakhan |
| Now it’s welcome to the rise and fall of Babylon |
| It’s genocidal, check Revelations in your Bible |
| Before the last days, expect a drastic change |
| In America, the home of the brave |
| To America, the home of the grave |
| Hell is waitin', no survival |
| Plus the ozone hole is torn, the globe is warm |
| From man-made products goin' to the moon on the norm |
| Cigars and mother nature unfold a storm |
| The greedy keep drainin' the Earth for jewels and fuel |
| Keep searchin' 'til you crack the Earth in two |
| Never personal, it’s always business |
| The same reason they knocked down the World Trade Centers |