Текст песни Talib Kweli - Work it Out
Talib Kweli - Work it Out слова песни
[ 1st Verse ]The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat when the weather hotThey argue and they fret a lot then set up the plotTo whet up the blockWheter or not the blood is red up in the gutterMusic is my bread and butterI got a show in Brooklyn cause the ghetto love usPulled up in Mtulu`s truck I`m suited up I`m cool as fucksecurity tripping on my baseball hat promoter knew what`s upPlus Chaps had on some denim shorts and white tee shirt andI told the bouncer they being disrespectful cuz like you we workingI ain`t a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be payingTo come in this crusty ass club if I wasn`t playingHe`s like "I`ll put you the fuck out"And when you put your word like that its like third strike black you struck outHis man tried to rush me from behind Chaps stuck out a size nineSeen him trip face first into the lineCats is cowards with no spine and they power tripping tooThe next level is the violence so what y`all niggaz wanna[ Hook ]Work it outWe should try to work it outPeople lie, people cry, people die to work it out Read the book, pray to godLook inside to work it outWe should try to work it outYo what y`all ladies wanna doWork it outTo get fly she work it outPeople lie, people cry, people die to work it outRead the book, pray to godLook inside to work it outShow the loveLose the hateWork it outWork it out[ 2nd Verse ]Peolpe placed in situations they cant take and what they facingIs the trials and tribulations to make them say the lords forsaken themTheir loved ones intervening but they always blaming themFor problems they don`t realize what they part is in creating themLike men who so insecure think they women cheating on themAnd women who think the proof that they man love them is they beating on themKeep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on themCommitting crimes of passion they in caskets mother weeping on themWith her head in her handsThere`s only one thing that the dead understand that it`s better to be aliveNow what you gonna do stick your head in the sandYou probably the type to fall for anything and take that instead of a standNow that`s a mouse instead of a manI cherish my role as the head of my famAnd on the road I meet incredible fansI rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band we at a theatre near youSo what y`all niggaz wanna do[ Hook ][ 3rd Verse ]Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try to think through problemsBring honesty to rap like Cam`ron brought the pink to HarlemYou could be on the brink to stardom and suddenly you sink to bottomTell the truth about the war and suddenly you linked SaddamHate the topic but the closet people get to patrioticIs red bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnoticPaper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profitTrust they got it fucked up with your taxes started making rocketsTake it off the top like politicians speaking proper dictionStuffing dollars in they britches like they do a lotta strippingGot the top position bitching about the quality of lifeAll that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the micThey cutting down the tree of life the sun rays is running outThe babies ain`t eating right so the guns keep coming outSee how they play the streets an night slap the taste out your mouthTo show you what they work aboutSo what y`all niggaz want to do[ Hook ]