[Verse 1: Stricklin]

Ladies and gents, gather around, lets take an intermission

The industry is strung out it needs an intervention

Cam dissin' Jay they cleared Irv Gotti

Nas signed to Def Jam and Fiddy signin' everybody

And B.E.T is on some other shit

They can Laffy Taffy all day but can't play Little Brother shit?

And if you buyin' it they sellin' it

No 106 for De La cause they said they not relevant

And that ain't right, you either too soft or too thug

Bottom line? I think the game need a group hug

Need a new Busta tattoo, a new Snoop drug

A new attitude, called Let-The-Artist-Recoup-Love

And that won't happen and I probably won't sell

Cause I don't know Nate Dogg and I can't afford Pharrell

And Paul Wall ain't answer my call or my e-mail

I'm tryin' to make it better but I fail, oh well

[Hook]

We can make it better, we can make it better if we put our heads together

We can make it better, we can make it better

We can make it better, we can make it better if we try to come together

We can make it better, we can make it better

[Verse 2: Punchline]

I be the voice for the hood, straight aggravation

Need less welfare and more job placements

Dope chasin', the thug life fascinatin'

Little shorties running wild like imaginations

Conversation young kids catching cases

Wrist watch should be the only time that you facin'

Hood nation, they sell crack just for some food

Grew up with rats, I ain't talkin' about Sammy The Bull

If ain't you got some good lawyer and some bail money

Then when you see the cop cars you should bail, Money

It's not funny, swallow pride just to survive

What we strive more baby mamas then wives

Please get at me if you down to break the cycle

We need to reach out, touch the kids like Michael

Men rise up, young ladies wise up

Gotta get together and fight before times up

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wordsworth]

Bombs, grenades, raided by armed brigades

Dirt placed on Marine and Army graves

Thought it would calmly fade, but in the midst

Earthquakes victims, hurricanes and tsunami waves

First they relieve funds, country's out of deficit

The richest nation is poor, my future ain't definite

The old with seniority should have doe that's insuring me

So how the hell we running out of social security?

[Verse 4: Masta Ace]

Cars blowin' up, troops showin' up, flight plans slowin' up

Price at the gas pump goin up

Another suicide mission is what he sent us on

Cause he lied about the plane hitting the Pentagon

Another soldier in Iraq and he panics

He's dead on the ground with other blacks and Hispanics

Dyin' for a country in a world where there's no peace

Back home his brother got shot by the police