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Something’d Gotta Give

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Something’d Gotta Give Lyrics

Somethings gotta give
Tre Melvin
Somethings gotta give more than it takes because the rate at which we pace is killing the race
And what good is a race that can’t break, fluids leaking from the brakes, can we all just stop and take a break but wait.
Don’t slam on the breaks. The wear and tear from the lack of care of the race may cause the race to break. If we slam on the breaks because we didn’t contemplate what’s at stake,
Something’s gotta give
Something’s gotta give more than it compensates, because we taking more than we can compensate for.
You can’t reimburse mother for robbing her son’s last breath, smoking your crystal meth disguised as death. Coulda took a moment to contemplate and concentrate on a brighter future. In which you could accommodate. But you rather depopulate. And manipulate. And intoxicate. To color hearts and souls, you think you dominate.
You think you bad because you can pop a cap in another niggas head. Let’s see how big and bad you are when you popping that ass in another nigga bed. When you locked up, blocked up, knocked up, with your cock up. You walking down the street, “swag dripping down the concrete” shifting your feet, pants down to your knees. With your draws out and your balls out. Better pull them up, prior to boy meets barb wire, before another inmate beats your walls out.
Something’s gotta give
Something’s gotta give more than it robs because there’s one to many of us without jobs, yet still have the audacity to hold out your hands to me. By me I mean the tax payer, I represent the tax payer ,I am the tax payer I pay my fair share, while half of ya’ll sit and stair in fabricated despair. Complaining about unemployment is wack. When you fail at properly obtaining the employment in which you lack. How the fuck do you, expect to collect when you neglect. Its cause and effect so pause and reflect. Think about the welfare being handed out. Paying for the fake hair you glue to your scalp, or when the new I phone 5 came out or when the new jays came about you were first in line. But wait a second, why I hear your baby crying. Maybe cause your baby need to eat. Need to stay cool in the heat. But you can’t turn on the ac because they cut off your electricity… ooooooo
Yet you still have the audacity to hold your hands out to me. You except something bitch, do I owe you something bitch, OPS my bad I can’t call you bitch, but you can call you a bitch, unless I’m calling you a 5 star bitch, a hood bitch, a bad bitch. You are not a bad bitch you are doing bad bitch, is you mad bitch.

Something’s gotta give.
Somethings gotta give more than it borrows, because im tired and sick of drowning in the generation’s sorrows, where in the fuck is tomorrow.
Tomorrow looks a lot like yesterday. I keep waiting on tomorrow but today keep showing up in its place. how many times will it take for us to pump the brakes, before we realize the fluid is gone, for heaven sakes. We’re going nowhere fast.
Going nowhere to fast. We stubble freely in a society where rockin Louis V. is more is more complimentary then a college degree.
Even diamond chains are for slaves

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