[Intro & Interlude: Talib Kweli & Timberlake] It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do When everybody turns they back on you [repeat first two lines 3X] It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do When everybody turns their back...
[Talib Kweli] Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep Where the little kids get ammunition (word) you can't get no nutrition Or any type of suitable living condition listen They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature to put you out of your misery like euthanasia (yeah) Don't let them fool you we ain't different than the youth in Asia Africa and Europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors If they the third world then who the first to get to heaven I know it's hard but who does God choose to go through it worst Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters Nowadays usually it's his pockets
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (Talib ad libs)] We gotta get back to what really matters We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after The more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder Mom and dad don't forget, to warn your sons and daughters About the-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today
[Talib Kweli] Word~! Don't nobody talk no more they all text message Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit Dependin on navigation they ever know where they goin They stayin stuck in one spot they not growin I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game The game changed me into (A Different World) like Dwayne Wayne I'm gettin high just to maintain (yeah) Take my music like a drug and drop the needle in the same vein I get a rush like I'm tweekin off blow Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul The street slang I be speakin in code Kick in the do's, freakin the flow 'til the speakers explode We in control, the people know I speak the truth The power of my roots is thicker than sour sop And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot Family tradition is to tell 'em you love 'em While your family livin from granny in the kitchen the little man in prison
[Justin Timberlake] I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters I'm tryin to search my soul to find out, what I'm after But the more I find my voice the more they try to make it harder So mom and dad don't forget to warn your sons and daughters About the-na-ture-of, the world today, the nature of the world today The-na-ture-of, the world today, the nature of the world today
[Talib Kweli] Yeah, it's all natural baby It's how we put it there Yeah, Brooklyn to Tennessee You goin up with me Yeah, yeah, break it down