| You got me watching you lately |
| I’d like to know what’s up with you |
| And it’s driving me crazy |
| Tell me what am I supposed to do As a youngin' I came up in the times of when rap was adolescent |
| People rather punched than gun clapped |
| When parents were stricter and kids don’t talk back |
| And days were the bomb man |
| I wish I could walk back |
| Cause times done changed, but it ain’t for the better |
| I fear for these young souls who ain’t go getters |
| The time of the email |
| They can’t write letters |
| World of followers and not trendsetters |
| Where MTV is as much aspiration |
| For kids who don’t really have any vocation |
| And rather be hard than to be too smart |
| And use they hate over using they heart |
| I asked a young blood what he wants when he grows |
| He still don’t know and he’s now twenty four |
| Walking on the road in the sleet, in the snow |
| Up to no damn good, gets chased by po-po |
| Looking for a sneak move to make some cash |
| Pretends that he’s flossing when it’s more than he has |
| Don’t he understand that this life can’t last |
| Should’ve paid attention when sitting in class |
| You think that he cares, no he wanna live fast |
| And throw mad stones though his home’s made of glass |
| His value for life’s at an all time low |
| But can he turn it around, I just don’t know |
| I’m watching the world |
| Yo I’m watching the ways of these moms and these dads |
| And fear for the lives of the kids I don’t have |
| What am I supposed to tell em', that the world went mad? |
| That parent’s got lazy, so kids turned bad? |
| Parent’s had no clue so kids done crashed |
| Society, influences too much, man |
| It ain’t just that, it’s environments too |
| The kind of experiences they go through |
| And all kinds of things that we exposed to It’s there for you to see it when you turn on the news |
| It ain’t about a team, it’s just about a crew |
| So me, me, me And nothing 'bout you |
| So gimme, gimme, gimme |
| And give back to who? |
| Them youth g’wan do what them youth g’wan do Enough is enough, say the law and it’s true |
| But this problem is old and this problem ain’t new |
| And is there anything I can do to give back? |
| Beside pen lyrics and rhyme on the track |
| And can one man make a great big change |
| Without his effort going down in vain |
| And causing him strain, making him feel pain |
| And saying to himself, never do that again |
| I just don’t know and it just don’t stop |
| So each and every day is the world I’ll watch |
| Yo, I’m watching the world |