Verse 1: Mike G



It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game

Growing up against the law, but no-one knows who's to blame

Dealin' drugs on the corner, you don't have to, but you wanna

A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna

Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening

I wonder how you continue to be grieving

Your meal is made and it's time to chill

You buy the black Mercedes Benz with the gold to the grill

Cruisin' up the ave while your friends get jealous

You find out, you quickly get restless

You buy a gun, it doesn't help but hurt you

Because your so-called friend rattled on you

You're in the pen serving 10 to 20

Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money

You're out for teen, but what does it mean?

You're just a wasted, young brother who lost it all on a dream



Chorus: (sampled from What's Going On by Marvin Gaye)

What's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

Yeah, what's goin' on, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I



Verse 2: Afrika, Mike G



My blood brother is bleeding, it's a cryin' shame

Out on the street tryin' to play the game

Formally an in-mate straight from upstate

Can't stop him now 'cause you see it's just too late

He's on the run and he's got a gun

Stay out his way unless you want some

See, he's gettin' older, a bit more bolder

Got his name written up in the 5-0 folder

A big Christmas list of all the crime's he's committed

He says he didn't do it, but we know he did it

Summons his lawyers, fingerprints, bung shots

Lookin' for my brother, yo, he's at the drug spots

Livin' off that cheap Chinese food

He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood-acap