T-Bone "Straighten It Out" |
Let's break it out all of this black-on-blackBrown-on-brown, in every townBecause I'm sick of seeing my people's sketchesScattered all over the groundSince these murders occur every single daySo put the gun away because I want to liveTo see another day, a happy dayWhere there's peace between nationsLove within races and no division in the congregationsNo more pimps and drug dealers on every cornerA homeless people struggling with no home freezeAnd they pump for quarters, I am talkin' about a world of peaceWith no mo' closed caskets if you know rowsLike most of my homies that have been deceasedNo more murderers, diseases or suicides, it's time we all wake upAnd wipe the mucus from my sleepy eyesAnd straighten things out like a ruler 'cause nowadaysThe cart we juggle is full of hate, killas and runawaysI'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shoutLet's straighten it out 'cause together we can work it outLet's straighten it out, from the west side to the east sideLet's straighten it out, from the north side to the south sideLet's straighten it out, from the east side to the west sideLet's straighten it out, from the south side to the north sideI wish somebody would tell me whyWe can't just straighten out all this messAt times I think my fat should be a bulletproof vestGot all these homies claiming south side, west sideEast side, north side, Asian, Black and Brown prideIt seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's send meTheir guns and try to push me the dope, I can't copeBut I gotta, why? Because I'm sick of all the shots ringingFrom the sixty-fo and hollasRemember where we was family, where we could kick itAnd not worry about your own kind killin' ya'Seems like all we care about is money and fameDrugs in the game, it's killin' me softlyLike Lauren from the Fugees sangMan, what's it gonna take for us to grow upBefore love is the only gang sign we throw up? 'Cause all our peoples headin' straight for the morgueUnless we put down the gunsAnd start to trust in the LordLet's straighten it outI wonder what could make a man hit a woman wit' a furious handSomebody tell me because I just don't seem to understandAnd then we wonder why y'all kids is bangin' with none at homeIt seems the parents is the one givin' they kids a trainin'Beatin' 'em down, with your fists and a buckle of a beltTo prideful to accept that you needed some serious helpSo you kept strikin' like thirsty bats straight out of hellBut what you did was wrong, stop and listen to my songIt breaks my heart in two when I see the things you put them throughWhy do you do all the harmful things that you do? Spiritually guided with deceive and rags on both your wivesNot knowin' you was led by demons when you made them cryBut you didn't quit till they finally ran away from homeThen your wife left you too and now your sad and all aloneJust thinkin' about everything your family could have beenSo now your squeezin' the trigger to leave this life of sin Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |