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  • T-bone »

    T-bone Straighten It Out текст песни

    Straighten It Out

    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 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.


    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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