The Roots

And why do haters separate us like we siamese?

Technology turning the planet into zombies

Everybody all in everybody's dirty laundry

Acid rain, earthquakes, hurricane, tsunamis

Terrorists, crime sprees, assaults and robberies

Cops yelling «stop freeze,» shoot him before he try to leave

Air quality so foul, I gotta try to breathe

Endangered species, and we running out of trees

If I could hold the world in the palm of these hands

I would probably do away with these anomalies

Everybody checking for the new award nominees

Wars and atrocities, look at all the poverty

Out on the streets, where I grew up,

First thing they teach us is not to give a fuck,

That type of thinkin' can't get you nowhere,

Someone has to care.

There's something in your heart

and it's in your eyes

It's the fire, inside you

Let it burn

You don't say good luck

You say don't give up.

It's the fire, inside you.

Let it burn.

Something in my eyes say I'm so close to having the prize

I realise I'm supposed to reach for the skies

Never let somebody try to tell you otherwise