A life that we live that we care nothing about Trapped in a world that only spits us out Held down, force fed Same routine until we're dead Fight
going on Nelly Furtado: What's goin' on in the world today. I'd rather be dead than to turn my head away We got this first world vision too Comfy to
't our fault it's a case of absurd We're picked down and buried by China Oh, how we're deplored I glad did it for the world We're a nation of poets and
Furtado: Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away We gotta first world vision to complete To lift our
spider . . . I'll tell you, a good one that I saw one time, I think the name of the film was "IT CONQUERED THE WORLD," and the . . . Did you ever see
check But your friends don't give you no respect Spending my money using my style They wore my crown for a little while They went all around the world
Way on down where they've been forgotten city just sinking with the whole world watching wading waist deep in water, living on my roof in the land of
down at the base of the mountain once in a while I am weak and afraid tired and sick of it all I don't believe that my story is set nothing is destined
the game today - bar none He has an assassins mentality I said this once, I said this when the trade went down And I will repeat it again Who's starving more for an NBA World
not, he has an assassin mentality, I said this weeks, I said this when the trade went down, and I'll repeat it again, who starvin more, for an NBA World
you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin' What's the reason? [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down
on [Nelly Furtado] Ah tell me What's going on in the world today I'd rather be dead Than turn my head away We gotta first world vision to complete, to
the cribs, all the money in my life (in my life) I've had my ups, my downs, I've paid my dues, earned my stripes (earned my stripes) But nothing compares
slower Cuz the world is on his shoulders then I woke up out that coma (And got right back) at it with a little black 'matic Lay you down craft-matic
