[Verse 1 Wyclef] Hold on now, dont die now, be strong now He said I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing dont worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I dont even know my own family tree Lord [Hook Wyclef] We are the next generation, we aint scared to die The only thing I fear is the afterlife Cause I dont know whats there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Verse 2 Wyclef] Gang poppin things, doing drivebys and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it aint all good Cause the gang was created to protect the neighborhood now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness He said [Hook] [Verse 3 Wyclef] In my fathers kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, 2Pac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and twos, jamming with the son of man [Verse 4 Scarface] Ive been kicked, Ive been stabbed Ive been shot, Ive been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live Its a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cause I dont want nobodys son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now Im drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know Im born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And Im sorry, never let me forget that Im your child While Im locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation [Hook] [Verse 5 Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator aint seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Conditions only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teachers asses The red and blues, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who? I dont question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin us Now we got SARS, how many will there be left of us [Hook]
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