The Foreign Exchange Follow

We got, single moms that can't afford to feed children
World War Three got planes flying into building's
Corrupt cops and robbers, thieves and politicians
They just keeping taking as the world keeps spinning

Just take a look around now
A long way from your MTV cribs
With your full speaker surround sound
Get ready for countdown
Just to get some benefits
My girl lied to them, people down town

It's funny how we start out cool but get corroded
By our quest for power and the people that behold it
We up one minute then down before you know it
With no preliminary warning or advanced notice

I guess that's the reason why our eyes can't focus
Can't afford to raise kids 'cos we gotta raise soldiers
And satellites, looking at my pad when I wrote this
A brave new world, y'all better know it

Been a lot of long days, a lot of nights traveling
A lot of niggaz asking, what record's 9th's sampling?
Lot of nights on stages, we forgetting the time and
A lot of in-stores and poster signings

A lot of cats after mines
But that's ain't even keeps me motivated half the time
I think of open mic nights when I would ask to rhyme
When I had something to prove and an axe to grind

Now we travel world wide full throttle
Scared to catch SARS so we canceled all the shows in Toronto
This rap shit ain't all about hoes and super models
It's more about me making this money to pay my condo

So our families can feed each other, these days
My friends are perfect strangers who'll never meet each other
Strong pounds and bear hugs when we greet each other
'Cos in this new world, I know we gonna need each other