What's Wrong - Marco Polo, Rakim

Yo, I can see the main problem, G

Your minority remains in poverty

Robberies for commodities

And the majority prays, the same camaraderie

In one hand, it’s a pot of gold

In the other hand, it makes cancer seem like the common cold

The common goal is it curses you and leaves you with wicked ways

Kill a whole neighborhood off, quick as AIDS

One touch’ll feel better than drugs

You’re hooked now, it’s never enough

Some say it feels better than love

Every sentence, protocol

Number one cause overall

Make them go to war quick for them, broads strip for them

Shooters fours blow for 'em, street corners pitch for 'em

Poor folk want 'em so the rich flaunt 'em

Novus Ordo Seclorum

E Pluribus Unum

Tell me what’s wrong

Talkin' 'bout M-O-N-E-Y

What’s wrong

People will steal or lie, to get paid

Tell me what’s wrong

Talkin' 'bout M-O-N-E-Y

What’s wrong

People will kill or die, to get paid

Ain’t nothin' deeper than the root of evil

It’s too cerebral, look what it do to people

Turn they’re heart cold, even their soul with no feelins

The ghetto m-o, no money, mo' killin'

It’s no chillin', it leaves the place blazin'

Ain’t no such thing as a safe haven

How can the youth survive in a world we made?

The future dies at an early age

We went from pride and honor to divide and conquer

Killin' ourselves, that ain’t the final offer

That’s why usually, when somebody die, it’s karma

8 million stories, advertised by a violent author

Grindin' harder to supply the corner

While the government’s the private sponsor

From the belly of the beast, from 25 to life inside the monster

Money, the co-defendant, the silent partner

We saggin' on the streets of New York, to Californ'

But it seems like we got our swagger wrong

Should have tried to walk with Farrakhan

Now it’s welcome to the rise and fall of Babylon

It’s genocidal, check Revelations in your Bible

Before the last days, expect a drastic change

In America, the home of the brave

To America, the home of the grave

Hell is waitin', no survival

Plus the ozone hole is torn, the globe is warm

From man-made products goin' to the moon on the norm

Cigars and mother nature unfold a storm

The greedy keep drainin' the Earth for jewels and fuel

Keep searchin' 'til you crack the Earth in two

Never personal, it’s always business

The same reason they knocked down the World Trade Centers