Look Around lyrics

[Intro: Riley]
1999
Beatnuts, dead prez

[Chorus: Riley]
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down

[Verse 1: Stic.Man]
Why I'ma, be stingy when I can share
Why I'ma, be hateful if I could care
Why would I hate my own, and forsake my home?
Why would I f*ck around and get a jake my chrome?
I wouldn't have to stick you if we all could eat
It wouldn't be no need for beef, dying over streets
We don't even own anyway, you could get bucked off any day
We behind enemy lines, y'all still writing Henessy rhymes
While I'm tryna get a good price for a nine
Feel like my life on the line
That's why a n*gga be hype all the time
Ready for the revolution at the drop of a dime

[Verse 2: M1]
I got a duty to have security for my n*ggas
My duty to serve the beautiful black sisters
A duty to stand with anybody that's with us
And fully criticize all bullsh*tters
There should be awards presented, to n*ggas who fight back
Like Panther jackets, or sisters who like gats
I'm a full blooded warrior, ready for change
Recognize any soldier that's doing the same
Because I love who I am, and that means everything to me
My life ain't worth a damn unless I'm dealing with reality
When I look myself in the eyes it's just me
And I ain't gotta tell nobody no lies I feel free
And I would rather deal with the truth than falsehood
Than bein fake with my people and claiming it's all good
You can't run away from yourself so that's useless
If your word is bond then you don't have to make excuses
[Chorus: Riley]
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down

[Verse 3: JuJu]
Yo as I sit and contemplate about the fate of my kids
If I die, is the state gonna snatch up my kids?
City life, no choice but to live by the knife
Put food on the table at whatever the price
My beautiful wife, all the time cooking precise
When there ain't no meat, she bless me with the eggs and the rice
Never think twice, I love you for the rest of my life
That's why I taught you how to shoot when situations get trife
Save the children from the evil that we smell in the air
Used to being happy, now the feeling is rare
I'm a soldier in the struggle just tryna prepare
'Cause when the revolution comes it ain't gon be fair

[Verse 4: Psycho Les]
Yo it's the Beatnuts, dead prez, we connect like Tetris
How we comin at the world on some Malcolm X sh*t
So turn it up, so we can drop these gems quick
If you on some bullsh*t, then n*gga hit the exit
There's enough cash, grass and ass here for you and me
You wanna be greedy, saying f*ck the community
Watch out 'cause life's gonna change very soon you see
I really don't believe we could ever have unity
This sh*t is serious we all tryna have a milli stash
But love life 'cause that's all a n*gga really has
Love your fam, 'cause that's all you really have
And handle your biz and stop being a silly ass
Ayo it's getting, getting, it's getting, getting it's getting kinda hectic
Slugs burn, so naturally thugs learn to stay vested
You need to learn a Psycho Les-son
And treat others the same way you wanna be respected, because...
[Chorus: Riley]
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down

[Bridge]
Live together
Feed each other (feed each other)
Die together (die together)
Love each other (love each other)
Eat together (eat together)
Show each other (show each other)
Fight together (fight together)
Know each other (know each other)
Live together
Feed each other (feed each other)
Die together (die together)
Love each other (love each other)
Eat together (eat together)
Show each other (show each other)
Fight together (fight together)
Know each other (know each other)

[Chorus: Riley]
Every time I look around, I see so much drama goin down
Every time I look around, I see so much fakeness goin down
[Scratching]
Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live
Bring the power back to the streets, where the people live

[Outro]
Brother, brother, there's too many of you dying
War is not the answer
Too many mothers crying, oh this is a revolution, yeah yeah yeah

[Scratching & Singing until the end]