Part Of The Plan

Trying hard to speak and (yeah, uh)
Fighting with my weak hand (yeah, yeah)
Driven to distraction (it's real, it's real)
It's all part of the plan (crazy, crazy)
She want me to do it, what you want me to do?
Oh what you want me to do, what you want me to do?
I mean, I mean, I'ma let you know
Oh, you know what time it was?

The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Argued with my brother to see who picked the mouse up
'Member I opened up the oven door to heat the house up

Everyday, polices swarm
Coming 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's forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walking by and they just shaking they heads and saying

Trying hard to speak and (breathe)
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
It's all part of the plan (I mean life is what you make it, man)
What you want me to do?
What you want me to do? What you gonna do, man?
It's easy to make it, how you gon' make it?
Cheers (wassup, damn)

What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be?
Come on y'all, who's to say what couldn't be?
Look at me, I'm the nicest, not the icy-est
Sometimes I wake up and ask god whose life this is

I look at these eyes, I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the visions that I carry
My ethics would be like, Puff Daddy when he intern
Men play with fire, men get burned

To talk about this, the only thing I've earned
Is I can rap, or talk about killing you like this or
Puttin' a hole in your head the size of that
But that'll be cheating myself and I can't do that man

Trying hard to speak and (I mean)
We all live in this world together, right?
So if you breathin' like I'm breathin', what's up?
(When something is broken) what you want me to do?
Huh, what you want me to do?
(Trying to repair it) better get out, get out
Get somethin' (stretched out)

Man, it all ends up on the back street
In abandoned building where the crack heads meet
All you hear is
And lighters flicking

Bitches smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walking by, thinking she's sleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me, in that building, 17 with the bundles and the gun up on me
And I'll shoot any nigga run up on me

And for two years, my mama looking for me, crying
Runnin' up for other kids, thinking it's me
By now, I ain't got no heart
Nigga, I'm a gang member, throwin' it up and I'm ready to stomp

Trying hard to speak and (huh? Damn, yeah)
Fighting with my weak hand (watch out, watch out)
Driven to distraction (we all come from the back, man)
It's all part of the plan (out to the top, it's all on you, dog)
When something is broken (coming through, watch out)
And you try to fix it (how'd you get in?)
Trying to repair it (until then)
Any way you can (it is what you make it, man, yeah)
Damn