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T-bone - Straighten It Out Şarkı Sözleri
because i´m sick of seeing my people´s sketches scattered all over the ground. since these murders occur every single day, so put the gun away because i want to live to see another day. a happy day. where there´s peace between nations, love within races and no division in the congregations. no more pimps and drug dealers on every corner. a homeless people struggling with no homefreeze and they pump for quarters. i am talkin´ about a world of peace, with no mo´ closed caskets if you know rows like most of my homies that have been deceased. no more murderers, diseases, or suicides, it´s time we all wake up and wipe the mucus from my sleepy eyes. and straighten things out like a ruler ´cause nowadays, the cart we juggle is full of hate, killas, and runaways. i´m sick of it, so i´ll be the first brother to shout, let´s straighten it out ´cause together we can work it out. chorus- let´s straighten it out, from the west side to the east side. let´s straighten it out, from the north side to the south side. let´s straighten it out, from the east side to the west side. let´s straighten it out, from the south side to the north side. i wish somebody would tell me why, we can´t just straighten out all this mess, at times i think, my fat should be a bulletproof vest. got all these homies claiming south side, west side, east side, north side, asian, black, and brown pride. it seems that there´s no mo hope, my own people´s send me their guns and try to push me the dope, i can´t cope. but i gotta, why? because i´m sick of all the shots ringing from the sixty-fo and hollas. remember where we was familia, where we could kick it and not worry about your own kind killin´ ya´. seems like all we care about is money and fame, drugs in the game, it´s killin´ me softly like lauren from the fugees sang. man, what´s it gonna take for us to grow up, before love is the only gang sign we throw up? ´cause all our peoples headin´ straight for the morgue unless we put down the guns and start to trust in the lord, let´s straighten it out! i wonder what could make a man, hit a woman, wit´ a ferious hand. somebody tell me because i just don´t seem to understand. and then we wonder why y´all kids is bangin´ with none at home, it seems the parents is the one givin´ they kids a trainin´. beatin´ em´ down, with your fists and a buckle of a belt. to prideful to accept that you needed some serious help. so you kept strikin´ like thirsty bats straight out of hell, but what you did was wrong, stop and listen to my song. it breaks my heart in two when i see the things you put them through. why do you do all the harmful things that you do? spiritually guided with decieve and rags on both your wives, not knowin´ you was led by demons when you made them cry. but you didn´t quit till´ they finally ran away from home. then your wife left you too, and now your sad and all alone. just thinkin´ about everything your family could have been, so now your squeezin´ the trigger to leave this life of sin. lyrics by t-bone submitted by nick woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com) |
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