Ghost stay haunting me, causing me pain in my arteries
These artists be lame, obviously there's no artistry
And their music be garbage we ought to be making more progress
Instead of honoring mockery, it's hypocrisy, fostering
Lost children harboring ill will, there's probably
A robbery in progress while I rock this beat, it's prophecy
Tell me who can stop the streets from popping heat
When poverty is starving these kids and honestly I can't blame 'em
We maintain in a fucked up system
All my niggas get high so I get fucked up with 'em, solidarity's
Apparently a lost concept; verily while I merrily, merrily
Row down this stream of consciousness, airing these
Thoughts in the back of my mind,
Do we rap for the blind or deaf half of the time?
I'm just past all this crime, let's get back on our grind again
No more incompetence, let's focus on common sense
Gather our common strength to conquer this
World and head towards prominence

What's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?
Oh, what's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?

I sit on my throne like Rosa, in the zone like soldiers in war
Hoping for more 'cause we hopeless and poor
In the projects and ghettos with objects of metal
We rob checks or settle with our checks and sit on our steps
To peddle crack for shoes and shirts too, the youth is hurt dude
'Cause money is addictive like a cigarette so a nigga spit this like a Truth commercial
Police is soft, more (sophomore) than juniors, thinking they're fresh men
That's why we hug glocks like them things our best friends
And spit on tracks with the right hooks
I think it's time to throw the left again
Till we got homes like the esses then
I recommend we stop shooting and keep the people moving
Like a Cuban trying to reach freedom but all we do is
Separate through different sets of race
When there's only one kind and that's human
And that's real

What's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?
Oh, what's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.? (Everybody now!)
What's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?
Oh, what's happening, what's happening, what's happening?
Que pasa U.S.A.?

Fuck a strip search
Corrupt cops doing a nigga and spic search
Harassing me in my own land, in my home land
This injustice shouldn't happen to no man
I'm Boricua, Cubano, Americano
It's important that y'all know
Say it loud? I'm black and I'm proud nigga
And I ain't backing down now nigga