Eric B. & Rakim

Eric B. & Rakim - What's Going On lyrics

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What's happening  it's been so long  what's going on
 And what's going wrong? The good old days are gone
 You forgot your plot and your plans as a young man
 You invented a scam even you don't understand
 You rig the enigma  can't figure it out
 You change the route  now you're in doubt
 You use to cut class  smoked grass  still passed
 Figured you was all that but that ain't last;
 The times is harder, the drugs is heavier
 You say whatever, the more, the merrier;
 Smoke chokes your dreams and blurs your scenes,
 Now a young man fiend change his plan to schemes;
 No more good times, no more time,
 Too far to find, you're almost blind,
 You can't see what spot that the trap is in...
 (Hey bra!)What's happening!
 You had it mapped out, your plans get torn,
 You stayed up for days and now your dreams are gone
 You said you quit, stated your word is bond
 (Hey bro) what's going on?

 What's going on?

 My neighborhood don't look so good
 I'll find a way out.. yeah, I would if I could,
 But the government is doing a project...
 so I live in the projects;
 Where we fight for elbow room to the doom,
 Try to live long but you die too soon,
 I might not be alive to see 25,
 Taught at ten to make money and strive;
 I sold tapes at school and made some ends
 Met alot of skins and even made some friends,
 Cool, 'cause now I got a crew to run wit,
 Break a couple of rules, have crazy fun wit;
 But every now and then, they give my knuckle game a test,
 But I won't fess, I just get rid of the stress!
 And then shake hands like a man,
 'Cause it's a family thing, only the crew would understand!
 But you had a one on one fight wit drugs,
 When we ain't cool no more, we buss slugs,
 Clip after clip, until one of us is gone...
 (Hey bra!) what's going on?

 Yo, what's going on?

 The crime rate in New York State elevate,
 A city filled wit hate, more deaths accumulate,
 Drug wars daily, alot of blood spilt,
 Kids on the playground shot down and kilt!
 Nobody wants to live on the 1st floor no more...
 'Cause stray bullets explore!
 We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely,
 And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be
 Rubbed out in a quest for clout
 The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out!
 Half of the projects is dead or locked up,
 Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up.
 Human abortion create distortions...
 And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when
 Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born....!
 (Hey bra!) what's going on? (3x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: MCA Records, Inc.

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

Appearing on: Don't Sweat the Technique (2018) , Gold (2005)

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