C'mon tell me bout your problems
C'mon tell me bout your problems
C'mon tell me bout your problems

The problem with me is that I think too much
Relying on this pen and this ink too much
And I do too much, I'm always on tour
Accumulating points 'til I forgot about the score
And the problem with you is you don't think at all
Your brain is dead weight, so you sink and you fall
You drink and you smoke 'til your motivation's gone
And you know this is true, so you hate this song

The problem with me is co-dependancy
So afraid of the day that you wont remember me
Knee deep in anxiousness, needy like an infant
Escapism, beats, rhymes and women
The problem with you? You let yourself stop believin'
And now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings
Forgot how to share what i loved most about you
Lost your voice, now no choice but to doubt you

Now, the problem with the world? The lack of respect
For our earth, for our children, for the future we neglect
For the morals, for the values, for the god that we select
Millions die everyday without a cause to effect.
The problem with the revolution? It's never gonna happen
Through these marches, through this music, through these motherfuckas rappin'
Through these communists, these socialists or any other faction
Armchair activists, all talk no action

The problem that I stay surrounded with?
They all wanna replace faith with a psychologist
Bring the evolution where the thinkin' is pollution
Where they're swallowin' the balance and they're drinkin' the sollutions
The problem with the people that I wont stand next to?
They don't hear the songs that we sing for the rescue
The keys of life, the basslines of sadness
So people that don't have, reach out and grab it

The problem with hip-hop? Nothin' at all
It's an artform, it ranges and it changes, it evolves
It's not always for the better but be patient with it y'all
For our time will come and the wicked will fall
The problem with this song is it's not long enough to say
How fucked up it is that we livin' this way
Nothin' is alright but everything is okay
So we plan for tomorrow but we live for today

The problem with sex is self respect calibration
The orgasm serves as your validation
The problem with love is that it lives in a book now
The problem with drugs is that they're too fuckin' good now
The problem with logic is there's too many loopholes
And the problem with truth is that it's usually brutal
The problem is I cant trust most of what I see
So fuck it.. all the problems of life must be me

Momma said she'd kiss it all away
Biggest lie she ever told
Papa said he'd bring us brighter days
Biggest lie he ever told
When they said this world was ours
Felt like we got bought and sold
They said they had a cure for pain
Biggest like they ever told

Momma said she'd kiss it all away
Biggest lie she ever told
Papa said he'd bring us brighter days
Biggest lie he ever told
When they said this world was ours
Felt like we got bought and sold
They said they had a cure for pain
Biggest like they ever told