Sha Stimuli - What's Wrong with That (Wake Up the World) lyrics

Intro I just wanna wake up the world Before I'm at my wake I swear that I'll go broke Before they see me break When they see my face they'll know how long I waited That I worked hard and made it Verse 1 12 yrs old, standing on the corner where the pounds get sold Everybody talking bout the hardhead Rome 'cause he just came home His brother named Thomas, he graduated with honors, now he owe student loans Both of them pull up on the block where it's hot so much love shown Thomas got pounds like "yo you doin' it big!" But Rome got hugs like nobody thought he would live 4 years of college, verse a 50 month bid And you can guess which one looked appealing to the kid On top of all that, his cousin sold d**, his brother liked to rap He put 'em both together trying to come up wit some stacks So he could stop shoplifting and get Moms off his back Chorus A kid goes to school what's wrong with that? A girl holds down her dude, what's wrong with that? You got a good job what's wrong with that? Everyday you pray to God what's wrong with that? You do your own thing What's wrong with that? You don't rap, or sing What's wrong with that? You got a good job, what's wrong with that? Everyday you pray to God, what's wrong with that? Verse 2 (Torae) Want to know what's wrong with the youth? Listen to the throngs of these songs out the booth Unacceptable, unbelievably uncouth And they tell the tallest of tales talking that they the truth Dude your eyes glued to the videos and screens So you think everything here appear as it seems You copped a skull shirt and a chain for your jeans But you won't enroll in school 'cause of registration fees Please, the bulk of these n***as you listening to They ain't living what they spitting and won't listen to you Figure I get it how I live it, pay it forward and through So I accrue what I'm out to pursue You could swim out the sess pool you wallow in n***a You ain't even got Twitter why you following n***as? I'm hollering n***as, you should be ashamed of yourself You gotta make your own lane for the fame and the wealth Chorus Verse 3 Pac got shot 5 times and blamed Big 50 got shot 9 times and became big Gravy got shot in the behind and became Big Now you thinking 'bout doin' the same s—t Jay sold d** and made rap look easy Jeezy sold d** and rapped like he was Eazy I don't know who sells the d** to Lil Weezy But if he runs the game, I say the game needs me Soulja Boy said his music is fun T-Pain's music is smart because it's dumb That 12-year old kid from the 1st verse bought a gun And said I f**s wit Pastor Troy I ain't trying to be Reverend Run His Moms wants to know where the doe is coming from He said sh** ain't change 'cause Obama won "tell your broke a** boyfriend I'm not his son He working everyday for some pennies, I'm not the one imma get