Let's break it out all of this black-on-black, brown-on-brown, in every town,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 wantto live to see another day. A happy day. Where there's peace betweennations, love within races and no division in the congregations. No morepimps and drug dealers on every corner. A homeless people struggling with nohomefreeze 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 havebeen deceased. No more murderers, diseases, or suicides, it's time we allwake up and wipe the mucus from my sleepy eyes. And straighten things outlike a ruler 'cause nowadays, the cart we juggle is full of hate, killas, andrunaways. I'm sick of it, so I'll be the first brother to shout, let'sstraighten it out 'cause together we can work it out.
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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 homiesclaiming south side, west side, east side, north side, Asian, Black, and Brownpride. It seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's send me their gunsand try to push me the dope, I can't cope. But I gotta, why? Because I'msick of all the shots ringing from the sixty-fo and hollas. Remember where wewas 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'skillin' me softly like Lauren from the Fugees sang. Man, what's it gonna takefor us to grow up, before love is the only gang sign we throw up? '
Cause allour peoples headin' straight for the morgue unless we put down the guns andstart to trust in the Lord, let's straighten it out!
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Chorus>I wonder what could make a man, hit a woman, wit' a ferious hand. Somebodytell me because I just don't seem to understand. And then we wonder why y'allkids is bangin' with none at home, it seems the parents is the one givin' theykids 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 andlisten to my song. It breaks my heart in two when I see the things you putthem through. Why do you do all the harmful things that you do? Spirituallyguided with decieve and rags on both your wives, not knowin' you was led bydemons when you made them cry. But you didn't quit till' they finally ranaway 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 yoursqueezin' the trigger to leave this life of sin.
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Bone
Submitted by Nick Woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com)
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