Part Of The Plan

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 nigga 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

Nigga, 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