wussup wit the luv

Singer:digital underground

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

now

men want racism

black folks in prison

me bar

what's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove?

boo-ya-kaw is the sound

brothers goin' down in the worst way

i got my son a gun for his birthday. now we've had enough

everybody wants to be tough

but i give the props to brothers on my level instead of trying to be above

'cause i see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love. look deeply in each other's eyes: you know we are the ones

racism is a cloud that blocks us from the sun. one brother speaks in african

one sings jamaican songs

both of them are black men

but they still can't get along. wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

(yo

i know this brother named tony

he beat up his own mom

man. straight up. him and his two brothers

they all live in the

same house with his mom

right. they all in their twenties

she the only one working. anyway

one night she needed to get some

sleep

she told him to turn his music down

and he just straight flipped

on her: slapped her all up against the wall

cursed her out.)

mommy and daddy they got married

they make love every night

but momma's gettin' tired

and poppa hits the pipe at night. i see 'em kissin' wishin' i got the props that pops

i mean the rocks

got

i hope she hugs me

'cause she never dug me. i figure still i hustle

tussle with the fool at school

the one that momma sold my sneakers

thought she says he's freakin' her

had the doubt until i caught 'em

then i fought 'im

then she slapped me

hollered at me talkin' 'bout i messed up her ten dollars. god damn! drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies

livin' in the city ain't no pity on the itty-bitty. we try to cry

but still they all die

i try to speak to the youth

and the truth is they all high. what can i say but watch your back

youngster

as i sit and wonder

my other brother's steadily goin' under. it's like a curse

and it hurts 'cause it's worse

momma's crazy 'cause her baby's in a herse. wussup wit' the love?

(yo

my homey was joggin in this upper-class white neighborhood

he had

his headphones on

right

you know

just joggin'. this old lady called

the police. just 'cause he was black

they stomped my homey. he couldn't here 'em though 'cause he had his headphones on. they ain't chase him

they didn't shine their lights on him. they just shot him.dead!)

this land once owned by indians

who then would learn to burn. a treagedy

because from them there was so much to learn

you will find the key to life is checking for you friends

everything's gonna be alright

i got to let you know that i'm in love with you. i'm so in love with you. people

i'm in love with you. yes i'm in love with you. (.i put one in him! hey

yo

you got your thang?

yeah

man

i'm strapped)

it blows my mind to see so many people sufferin'

it blows my mind to see so many people down

and i just can't understand

why there must be such fighting

it blows my mind to see the pain that's all around. wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wake up!

wake up!

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wussup wit' the love

wussup wit' the love?

wake up!

please.wake up