Alright, already the show goes on
all night, till the morning we dream so long
anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
just remember when you come up
the show goes on,
One in the air for the people that ain't here
Two in the air for the father that's there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids who don't wanna be there
None for the n*ggas trying to hold them back
Five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids thats living in the ghetto
that the n*ggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
Yeah yeah, the World is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the World
Now I'm on a World tour
I will give up everything, even start a world war
for these ghettos girls and boys im rapping round' the World for!
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour, Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy
tell em' look at me, boy!
I hope your son don't have a gun and that would be a D-boy