Remember back in the days when the kitchen had eggs
Somethin' don't feel right out here, know I'm sayin'? Check it out
Ill, but that'd be too real for TV
If you ain't sayin' nothin', you a system's accomplice
That's the reason the system makin' its paper from the prison
I can't work for it, I can certainly take that
And when inviting me thoughts, I'm really unboxin'
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And that's the reason we livin' where they don't wanna visit
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
I don't know if I feel the same
Yet the brain kickin', thinkin' of a thousand things
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Forms of hustlin', watch who you put all your trust in
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
Worldwide, we coincide with who sufferin'
I don't know if I feel the same
It should play with your conscience, do away with the nonsense
Listen man, I'll let you know how it feel to be me, it don't feel
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Things don't feel right over here
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Lately I ain't been seein' clear
The money missin' and there's mouths to feed
I don't feel, I don't feel, I don't feel it no more
I stand where the people got the heat in they pocket
Where the dope slang and keep swayin' like Sonny Liston
Yo, in the land of the unseen hand and hold trouble
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
And pancakes, thicken and greens and Kool Aid
If it don't feel right, then stop it, you know I'm sayin'?
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Songwriters: Robert Earl Bell, Ronald D. Bell, Leroy Bonner, Donald Boyce, George M Brown, Tarik L. Collins, Tahir Jamal, Karl Jenkins, Marshall Jones, Marshall E Jones, Kiyani 1 (Ascap), Robert Spike Mickens, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marvin Pierce, Raw Life Ascap, Claydes Smith, Robert Spike, Dennis R Thomas, A Thompson, Tarik Trotter, Gregory Webster, Richard Westfield
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
We all gots to make that livin'
Things don't feel right over here
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
The Jones is the richest since the Smiths and the Johnson's
I try to school these bucks but they don't wanna listen
You fuck around and be a enemy of the state, black
My main adversary in this silly concoction
Look, my eyes open ‘cause I'm really a rocksmith
I don't know if I feel the same
Lately I ain't been seein' clear
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Natural disaster got the planet in a panic
You mesmerized by the calm nonchalantness
Freeze your face like bosilium toxin
I'm overseeing anything within my circumference
The struggle ain't right up in your face, it's more subtle
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
Yo, field you work in, weapon producin'
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
But most strugglin' and make you wanna run up in the ma' fuckin'
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Wasn't lies when they told you wasn't nothin' to fear
I don't know if I feel the same
People got to strip naked, stick ‘em up in the air
When the ‘fridgerator naked then the cupboard is bare
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't feel, I don't feel, I don't feel it no more
I spit a dart, rub on some John Hitchcock shit
If you ain't speakin' your life, your rhyme's adopted
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
With hots on for a piece of the cake back
Who never had shit and ain't got nothin'
Sex, drugs, murder, politics and religion
I don't feel, I don't feel, I can't feel it no more
If you ain't got no paper then steal this CD
I'm fired up, thinkin' about the payback, except
Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
This ain't a press junket, I ain't seekin' responses
It's crazy when you too real to be free
But it's still comin' across like the bridge and tunnel vision