Wasted (feat. Wyclef Jean) - Remix

Cartel so wasted, Wyclef so wasted
 It's the way the world is going, mama
 We might never get to see the future
 It's 2: 45, the baby takes his first breath
 The mother never knew he only had a few left
 And the father gets a call in the middle of the night
 His breath gets short and his chest gets tight
 But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast
 Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last
 Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
 Nobody in the car would've died that night
 But he's thirty-two and invincible
 The cancer he had, it was visceral
 He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life
 Sick in the morning and he died in the night
 We're wasted, no, no, no
 We're all wasted
 We're wasted, no, no
 We're all wasted
 He's seven years old, got his bat in his hand
 He's looking for his father and he doesn't understand
 'Cause dad's too busy, got some deals on the way
 His son sits alone as the children play
 And he's eighteen, he couldn't wait to move out
 His parents wonder what all the rush is about
 They never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs
 Wonders why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care
 But he's thirty-two and invincible
 With everything he is based on principle
 He never had a truly happy moment in his life
 He didn't want the kids and he didn't want his wife
 We're wasted, no, no, no
 We're all wasted
 We're wasted, no, no
 We're all wasted
 We're wasted
 We're all wasted
 We're all wasted, no, no
 We're all wasted
 Manhattan, Twin Towers
 Nuclear North Korea, bloodshed in Iraq
 [Incomprehensible] screaming send the troops back
 Turn the microphone up, you gotta hear the feedback
 No more war, too many wasted
 Twenty-three now, got his life in his hands
 He's looking all around and he doesn't understand
 'Cause life's too busy, things get in the way
 We all feel alone every single day
 And at eighteen, couldn't wait to move out
 It's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt
 Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
 Looking up to some place that isn't there
 When I'm thirty-two will I be miserable?
 With everything around based on principle?
 Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldn't it be nice
 To never be alone in this wasted life?
 We're wasted, no, no, no
 We're all wasted
 We're wasted, no, no
 We're all wasted
 We're wasted
 We're all wasted
 We're all wasted, no, no
 We're all wasted