[Chorus: x1]

It's the end of tha world foo, some times is gettin hard 

Ridin in that black, earth falls to the graveyard 

We livin in hell and not knowin 

Still flowin 

The crime rate still growin 

It's the end of tha world foo, so times is gettin hard 

Ridin in that black, earth falls to the graveyard 

We livin in hell and not knowin 

Still flowin 

The crime rate still growin 



[Verse 1:]

The world is a ghetto trapped in our minds 

But they can't stop crime 

Ya got ya life on the borderline 

When is your time? 

You never know when you gon' go 

Get it right when you can before you knockin on every do' 

They got crooked cops workin for the system 

Makin the less fortunate ones out of victims 

But it's a shame they drop drugs and slugs 

It's a whiteman's world and never sho' no luv 

The president movin ki's 

back and forth from overseas 

Distroyin this nation, bringin blacks to there knees 

It's hard time [?] killin their own kids 

New borns in trash cans, stuck with nowhere to live 

Back in the day smoke a lil herb was all cool 

Now they got dope fiends dreamin of blood pools 

[?] could fight, shit, off and go their way 

But these days 

They fight with choppers and AK's 

From sun up from sun down I'm here to stay 

We all must pray 

And thank the Lord for another day 



[Chorus: x1] 



[Verse 2:]

I'm beginnin to think this world is at it's full peak 

but believe I ain't considerate with my own conception 

I seek the light but still got wrong directions 

Reflections 

Of some of my childhood peers that be diseaced 

I'd love to see chances of livin long havin [?] 

No peace 

I wanna consult my psychic and peep through that crystal 

At my future [?] my life contains of drugs and pistols 

I wanna survive 8 years parole or will the system fade me 

Cuz though shit seems to come out right it's like I'm constipated 

Live ain't nothin but bitch shit but a fuckin wrist of ever 

I gots to get my shit together 

and do whatever 

It takes to make and clock a million in this ghetto 

My fear is won't invest in no 

Petty-hard death row 

I'm takin a major step at crime 

Even though da mind throw thangs behind 

[?] kaotic minds 

Pullin them cats of writin rhymes 

Religious and reliable too many hypocrits 

Put my truck to no man, ever since is way ole Texas shit 

Could nigga be trippin actin like they Jesus 

But then they wants to know reasons 

Of these unfamiliar [?] diseases 

Mislead you, never 

I'm here to proceed you with a ghetto prophet 

So by killin me still fulfill your empty pockets 

Could money bring you pain as well as money could bring you power 

They'll probably arrange some other religion that you may never gon' follow 

I'm talkin [?] for my niggas taken on by the trials 

Hopin to reach you and put out that everlastin fire 

Cuz in this world all I'm seein here is crimes and crooks 

So turn your mutha fuckin head this way and take a look 



[Chorus: x1]



[Verse 3:]

I heard a blast and jumped in my bed 

With the quickness reach for the front door 

turn the nob looked out and said "What is it?" 

It's the end of the world and every soul has expired 

These streets are ripped apart and these buildings catchin on fire 

So I dropped to my knees to begged the Lord fo forgiveness 

With one tear rollin down my face cuz my soul ain't forgiven this 

When the ground cracked open and the devil came up 

He said "Nigga, pack your shit because you're comin wit us!" 

Now I got realize that I'll be livin in hell 

Eternal rest in peace in fire ain't no way to beg bail 

But we got to except about the way that we livin 

And make decisions bout killin and feelin bout how I'll be feelin 

Is you hear what I'm hearin, is you sayin what I'm speakin 

These [?] bad, they be in the streets tweekin 

So leave them bustas alone and get your mind right bitch 

Cuz it's the end of the world and we gotta think quick 



[Chorus: x1]



[Verse 4:] 

Ugh 

We got drug contimination 

AIDs infestation 

Blacks to 'nother blacks in a slave-free nation 

Ya betta get it right, ya betta pray for your soul 

So that fire and flame won't be in ya crossroad 

Open your eyes, and let this light shine through 

This world is comin to an end so what the fuck you gon' do 

Wit the murderers, killas, and 20-second car jackers 

Terrorists, dealers, and master computer hackers 

Back in the days you could trust your church pastor (amen) 

But not unless you wanna murder that bastard 

Hope your healthy, wit no disease you're pure 

Cuz the doctors can't help they claim they got no cure 

Scared to look at the news, another plague bein spread 

Or finding out my mother was found tradgically dead 

This whole world's gonna burn but I'm prepared to fry 

Like an electric chair victim gettin prepared to die 

Look out fo thugs wit a glock 

It's straight up shop or get chopped 

Dope fiends non-stop 

I smoked the whole damn block 

We livin in the murder capitol way down south 

Where if you start to get proved you get a gauge in your mouth 

Ya betta repeat you know the deal 

Car bombs and all steel 

This world's comin to an end 

That's how it is that's on the real 



[Chorus x1: fades to end]