It's Going Around Outside
Silkk The Shocker Lyrics

Yo' let me holla at y'all for a minute
Silkk is addressing the listeners.

It's like when, I was in the ghetto
Silkk mentions a point of comparison that triggers his narrative.

I was never in the ghetto, because my mind was elsewhere
Silkk's mind was not physically present in the ghetto despite living there.

And if I was locked down, I would invision myself being free
Silkk would mentally project himself out of prison.

But God, I got so many questions
Silkk is beckoning God to answer his numerous questions.

I just want you to anwser Help Me Out...
Silkk seeks answers from God and asks for help.

I wish that God would talk to me (Talk to me)
Rico desires to hear from God.

About all the pain that I've seen (I know you seen it too)
Rico knows that God has seen his pain.

Move on, coming out right
Rico hopes to improve his situation.

Cracked out Mother got nerve to be crying
Rico's mother, who is addicted to drugs, has no right to cry.

All my friends seem to pass away (Rest in peace, all y'all rest in peace)
Rico's friends have all died, and he wishes them peace in their resting places.

I heard one say, that's the only way (No it ain't)
Rico disagrees that death is the only way out.

But I wish it would rain I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all my pain It's going around outside I wish I'd rain, I wish I'd rain, so it could wash away all this pain It's going around outside
Rico wishes that rain would come and wash away his pain, which is widespread (going around) outside.

My best friend's house payments behind Now he lives in the park outside
Rico's friend is homeless because he's behind on rent payment.

Mary complains about the money she makes I see some more people dying of AIDS (I feel ya dog, I feel ya)
Mary's income complaints are paling in comparison to people dying of AIDS.

Trying to make the whole world invision my pain (invision my pain) Trying to pretend that the ghetto was all good Ya' know what I really wish for change But it seems killas and drug-dealas But they stereo-type me as a thug Hard to see clear Supposed to be one-night stand, I ain't supposed to be here, Mom and Dad never was in love It seems domestic violence is always the problem When I go home (Go gome) Hoping once in my life that Mom and Dad would get along
Silkk wants change and an end to ghetto violence and stereotypes, but it's difficult to see things clearly. He never expected to survive a one-night stand, and his parents' relationship never had love as a factor. Domestic violence always seems to be the root of their issues, and Silkk wishes they would get along for once.

See my grandfather died in the war And all he ever got was medals, and my grandmother got a letter Only things my kids ever GOT!? Was a trip to the ghetto
Silkk's grandfather only got medals for his war service, and his grandmother received a letter of his death notification. His kids only received a trip to the ghetto as a gift.

Have you ever seen a crackbaby? Or someone die of AIDS?! Watch them suffer and with all this money I got They can't be saved
Silkk has seen firsthand how drugs and HIV have affected babies and adults, and it eats at him that money can't save them.

We all hustle so fuck the color, white or black We all struggle, we act like We better then each other, we're supposed to be all sistas and brothas
Silkk is frustrated that people fight each other despite sharing the same struggles and called for unity instead.

Knowin' one day I gotta go, and I can't buy time I gotta homie that's doing 99 He sending me pictures and letters like it's all fine I know it's not
Silkk acknowledges that death comes to everyone, and his friend who's serving a long prison sentence is not doing okay - despite sending letters and photos that suggest otherwise.

And ya' know what? It's even worse They got us killin' over turfs I don't know when the last time I went to church Can't sleep, doin' too much dirt
Silkk laments that the situation is even worse because people are now committing murders over land control, something he dislikes. He can't recall the last time he went to church and is feeling guilty for being involved in too much dirty business.

In the middle of the ghetto, just wishin' for clout (wishin' for clout) Ladies forget having babies by these fake playas and shady bustas Thinkin' they can get you out See now my quest to live hard, a quest to live large God I have a question Why's it so hard?! (Feel my pain, feel my pain...feel that?)
Silkk is still living in the ghetto and is striving hard to attain success. He calls out ladies who make bad decisions such as having babies with unreliable men who can't help them. He offers his plight to God again and asks why things are so hard.

Ya' know what I'm sayin' Killin' over dolla bills, paper Fightin' over turfs, when none of it don't belong to us And racism?! Still exist, but ME?! I'm color-blind
Silkk knows that people do violent things over money and land—things that they don't even own. He also acknowledges racism exists, but he doesn't see people's skin color.

We gotta realize we gotta problem And the government? The only time they care, is election time And they seem to think the only solution is Build more prisons to throw us in...it's not right
Silkk concludes that society has a problem, and the government only pays attention when it's election time. Their solution is to build more prisons, which does not align with the actual problem.

But I got homies dyin' over nothing (Rest in peace Biggie, rest in peace Pac) And all the fallen soldiers Ya' know what, it used to be in my community...drugs and violence Now it's going around, now it's going around...it's going around Soon to be in your spot, if it's not there already I'm out (It's going around outside)
Silkk pays tribute to his friends who lost their lives and other fallen soldiers. He notes that drug and violence was once an issue in his community, but it's now widespread and affecting everyone. It will soon be in others' spots (communities) if it's not already. And he concludes that with this titular phrase, signifying that pain is not just temporal or spatial - it's everywhere (outside).