Walk Witt MeI don\'t know\nMaybe we can make a change, maybe not\n\nI\'m tired of crying, I\'m tired of living\nI\'m tired of niggaz, I\'m tired of women\nJust wanna be myself\nKeep the fame, keep the wealth, give me my health\nTake me to a place where they a\'int hating no more\nWhere I don\'t gotta raise the hammer and clap the four\nWhere I don\'t gotta kick your door and ask for more\nWhere I don\'t gotta dig your floor and ask for more, whoa\nWhere I don\'t gotta serve no heads, cook no coke\nAnd there\'s no such thing as feds\nAnd there\'s no such thing as AIDS\nAnd little kids live the age to walk the stage\nNo little babies crying, mama a\'int dying\nPapa live at home, he got a steady job\nEverybody fall, he don\'t gotta rob\n\n[CHORUS]\nWalk with me talk with me\nSome times I just sit and think\nYou know it\'s hard to express it y\'all\nThat\'s why I put it all in ink\n\nWhere we ain\'t black or white\nMatter fact we are, but we don\'t have to fight, or kill\nMaybe Malcom would have been alive still\nMaybe Martin would have been able to chill\nMaybe a black face on a dollar bill\nI keep hope alive, that I stay alive\nI think it\'s coming, I try not to drink and drive\nA place where the death penalty is gone\nNo abortions, life only lives on\nNobody getting shot for their chains\nAnd no hard labor jobs, we all using our brains\nAnd you don\'t have to strip through school\nCover your body mama, everything is cool\nLet you daughter know here moms is smart\nAnd that\'s your heart, before you tear her apart\nI think I\'m asking for too much man\n\n[CHORUS]\n\nNo murders on the 5 o\'clock news\nNo bodies over Jordan tennis shoes\nNobody laying on me, waiting to blast\nI feel the spirits of my niggaz that past\nIt\'s like they right here, I just can\'t see them\nSometimes I\'m jealous of them, damn I wanna be them\nEverybody fake, when will this ever end\nIf you don\'t know your enemy, the you don\'t know your friend\nA place where there\'s no more wars, no more tears, no more liquor, no more beers\nNo more stocks, no more shares, no more fights, no more jails, no more kites\nA place where you don\'t value money, just the air you breathe\nAnd every day issunny\nI know it can never happen and it\'s just rappin\nAnd I\'m dreamin, again\n\n[CHORUS] D-Block, J-Hood, Jadakiss, Louch, LOX, Me, Sheek, Styles, The, Walk, With, Witt