Who am I to say

[Intro] Can you dig it? (Crowd cheers) Can you dig it? (Crowd cheers) Can you dig it? (Crowd cheers) Can you dig it? (Crowd cheers) [Verse 1] Another baby cries in the back His mama’s not there Daddy’s hangin’ out smokin’ crack But what does he care Kelly’s in the bed Her fourth time in labor Two kids and a home in the ‘burbs They couldn’t save her The family’s poor and livin’ on welfare Will it ever seem to me Like anyone does care? But they don’t give a damn Nobody else will Life will go on and they’ll be livin’ like “that’s them” But who am I to say what the level of life should be? It’s just my opinion that life doesn’t have to be Lived this way The better the next [?] So is life bad? That’s the way it is [Hook] You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? [Verse 2] He was only 11 A mother shouts in despair A body bag used to be her son in the school’s care And one little suspect sits in the police car Cryin’ ‘cuz he stole his brother’s gun from the money jar And he was only 14 Livin’ a big man’s dream Gangster rock shot him because he stepped on his ice cream Now ol’ Mrs. Smith, the nicest woman in town Comin home from work, she got robbed and beat down It’s a shame how the young overlook and neglect Don’t this age have any kind of respect? Now I know that this problem really doesn’t have much of an answer But if it is a life, the way it is, it’s deadly as cancer [Hook] You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Can you dig it? [Verse 3] Do you live in a house or have a place to stay And if you live on the streets, is there a better way No, it isn’t wise. Yes, because you say it is And what you make me say, it’s a myth Because that’s the way it is And this is supposed to be The land of the brave and free But what seems to happen to the ones who have come to see America? A land of opportunity And only opportunin’ if you’re not a minority Speaks the language Seeks the knowledge Two plus two equals five to the bunk style Hell it’s a thin line Swell if I got mine Is [?] the way it is, is how it got the first time [Hook] You dig You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Can you dig it? [Verse 4] In the planet for the 5th time Battered and beat down Pregnant again and embarrassed for the frown Cryin’ from the heart and shakin’ ‘bout how bad he hit it Who was the Father? my daddy (little girl: my daddy) my daddy (little girl: my daddy) did it Kelly ran away to live on her own And now she’s livin’ in the streets, livin’ alone And these are the very many but any of one life Who’s livin’ by the rules of the poor and the street lights Who’s sayin’ “what now” and went to the poor kid But now we put the day in the life of the way it is [Outro] You dig You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Can you dig it?