They say I'm different.
They don't understand.
But there's a bigger problem.
That's much more in demand.
We've got world hunger,
Not enough to eat.
So there's really no time.
To be trippin' on me.
We've got school teachers,
Who just don't wanna teach.
We've got grown people,
Who can't write or read.
We've got strange diseases,
But there's no cure.
We've got many doctors,
And they aren't sure.
So tell me!
(Chorus)
Why you wanna trip on me?
When there's more to this world,
Than my eyes can see.
And you just wanna, see me bleed.
We've got drug addiction,
In the minds of the weak.
We've got so much corruption,
Police brutality.
We've got streetwalkers,
Who like little kids.
You know this anarchy's makin' me sick.
Tell me what we're doin'?
To stop all of this.
(Babyyyyyyyyyy)
(Chorus)
Why you wanna trip on me?
When there's more to this world,
Than my eyes can see.
And you just wanna, see me bleed.
