J! (Producer) - Make it Better lyrics

[Verse 1: Stricklin] Ladies and gents, gather around, lets take an intermission The industry is strung out it needs an intervention Cam dissin' Jay they cleared Irv Gotti Nas signed to Def Jam and Fiddy signin' everybody And B.E.T is on some other sh** They can Laffy Taffy all day but can't play Little Brother sh**? And if you buyin' it they sellin' it No 106 for De La cause they said they not relevant And that ain't right, you either too soft or too thug Bottom line? I think the game need a group hug Need a new Busta tattoo, a new Snoop drug A new attitude, called Let-The-Artist-Recoup-Love And that won't happen and I probably won't sell Cause I don't know Nate Dogg and I can't afford Pharrell And Paul Wall ain't answer my call or my e-mail I'm tryin' to make it better but I fail, oh well [Hook] We can make it better, we can make it better if we put our heads together We can make it better, we can make it better We can make it better, we can make it better if we try to come together We can make it better, we can make it better [Verse 2: Punchline] I be the voice for the hood, straight aggravation Need less welfare and more job placements Dope chasin', the thug life fascinatin' Little shorties running wild like imaginations Conversation young kids catching cases Wrist watch should be the only time that you facin' Hood nation, they sell crack just for some food Grew up with rats, I ain't talkin' about Sammy The Bull If ain't you got some good lawyer and some bail money Then when you see the cop cars use your bail money It's not funny, swallow pride just to survive What we strive more baby mamas then wives Please get at me if you down to break the cycle We need to reach out, touch the kids like Michael Men rise up, young ladies wise up Gotta get together and fight before times up [Hook] [Verse 3: Wordsworth] Bombs, grenades, raided by armed brigades Dirt placed on Marine and Army graves Thought it would calmly fade, but in the midst Earthquakes victims, hurricanes and tsunami waves First they relieve funds, country's out of deficit The richest nation is poor, my future ain't definite The old with seniority should have doe that's insuring me So how the hell we running out of social security? [Verse 4: Masta Ace] Cars blowin' up, troops showin' up, flight plans slowin' up Price at the gas pump goin up Another suicide mission is what he sent us on Cause he lied about the plane hitting the Pentagon Another soldier in Iraq and he panics He's dead on the ground with other blacks and Hispanics Dyin' for a country in a world where there's no peace Back home his brother got shot by the police