Part Of The Plan歌词
歌手：Swizz Beatz 专辑：One Man Band Man
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Arguin’ with my brother to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Comin’ home from school, your brains on your uniform
I wish I could fly away on a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto and everyday a human’s born
So who cares if
I'm stretched out on the scene?
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that
I'm deadPedestrians walkin’ by and they just shakin’ their heads saying
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be
Come on y'all who to say what couldn't be?
Look at me,
I'm nicest not the iciest
Sometimes
I wake up and ask
God, who life this is?
I look at these eyes,
I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the vision that
I carryWhite actors will be like
Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire, men get burned
To talk about this, the only thing
I earnedI can rap,
I’m talkin’ about killin’ you like this
Or puttin’ a hole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheatin’ myself and
I can't do that, man
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
Man, it all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings where the crack heads meet
All you hear is and lighters flicking
Busy smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walkin’ by, thinkin’ she asleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me
And I shoot any ***** run up on me
And for 2 years my momma lookin’ for me
Cryin’, runnin’ up on other kids thinkin’ it's me
By now I ain’t got no heart
*****, I'm a gang member, suited up and
I’m ready to start
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Arguin’ with my brother to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Comin’ home from school, your brains on your uniform
I wish I could fly away on a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto and everyday a human’s born
So who cares if
I'm stretched out on the scene?
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that
I'm deadPedestrians walkin’ by and they just shakin’ their heads saying
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be
Come on y'all who to say what couldn't be?
Look at me,
I'm nicest not the iciest
Sometimes
I wake up and ask
God, who life this is?
I look at these eyes,
I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the vision that
I carryWhite actors will be like
Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire, men get burned
To talk about this, the only thing
I earnedI can rap,
I’m talkin’ about killin’ you like this
Or puttin’ a hole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheatin’ myself and
I can't do that, man
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
Man, it all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings where the crack heads meet
All you hear is and lighters flicking
Busy smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walkin’ by, thinkin’ she asleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me
And I shoot any ***** run up on me
And for 2 years my momma lookin’ for me
Cryin’, runnin’ up on other kids thinkin’ it's me
By now I ain’t got no heart
*****, I'm a gang member, suited up and
I’m ready to start
Tryin’ hard to speak and
Fightin’ with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When somethin’ is broken
And you try to fix it
Tryin’ to repair it
Anyway you can
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