I'm not there
But I see

I'm not there
But I listen,

I'm not there
But I scream,

I'm not there
But I cry.

I wasn't here, but my eyes are still full
of the warm bodies
who passed away
those nights.

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate
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**The Black eyed peas FT. The world