Universal Condition - Mazzi, S.O.U.L. Purpose, Murs

In my opinion.

Young generation, white, black, brown, whatever else it is

Are living at a time of extremist, a time of revolution

A time when there’s got to be a change

The people in power have misused it and now there has to be a change

So walk with me and see all that’s shown

On a block in a box, people call that home

Rich man walks by, lives blocks away

Got to get his weekly dosage of the rock’s today

Travel miles overseas see same by the thousands

Rags and cut trousers, shacks and mud houses

That’s home

Kids puttin' in child labor

Back home

Kids havin' kids, child labor

Parallel hell can I tell?

Well listen

War veterans with a couple limbs missin'

Wheel chair bound yellin', «The end is nearer!»

Same fear pump through CNN and Al Jazeera

This American dream is a surrogate thing

In traps inseminated

Detached and separated

In fact we segregated

With gats we educated

With raps we serenaded

The path is big and faded

(MURS)

The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere

New York streets to mid east desert air

(Killa Cali and everywhere in-between

Make you think this nightmare is the American dream)

We got the red team and the blue team the you scheme

Load clips, slap up knifes and do things

It’s routine

Same state of mind but new scene

Automatics held between they drawers and blue jeans

Bloodin' and Crippin' is like the war on religion

You see my homies love they hood with the utmost conviction

Wrap a rag around they face and shoot the first thing snitchin'

Like they decorated soldiers on a gang bang mission

Savage with no plan

To battle for Holy Land

Tattoos on their necks, face, arms and both hands

5−0-4 to the 2−1-5

They live by the sword just to die with their pride

7−7-3 the home of gang homicide

Get shot with your cap cocked to the wrong side

Kill the youth kill the rumor keep some truth in the music

Otherwise we won’t live long enough to do shit

(MURS)

The world is a ghetto and the hood is everywhere

New York streets to mid east desert air

(Killa Cali and everywhere in-between

Make you think this nightmare is the American dream)