Straighten It Out Lyrics
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
Seems that there's no mo hope, my own people's send me
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
Familia, where we could kick it and not worry about your own
Ya'. Seems like all we care about is
Money and fame, drugs in the game, it's
Me softly like Lauren from the Fugees sang. Man, what's it
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
Kids is bangin' with none at home, it seems
The parents is the one givin' they
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'
Bats straight out of Hell, but what you did was wrong, stop
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.
Thinkin' about everything your family could have been, so
Squeezin' the trigger to leave this life of