Uh

People, yeah

Make the world go round


[Chorus:]

Ayo, people make the world go round

A top doctor's time, and even blocks where they rock with rhymes

And what would this earth be without cops and crime

Over seas working hard to climb, hard times

Pilots in the sky, hustlers on the grind

Rich people getting' robbed for shine, all kinds

Every human in this world keeps it all in twined

Ayo, these are just thoughts for the mind


[Verse 1: Slow V]

See there has to be a loser, so there can be a winner

There has to be a God, in order to be a sinner

Something got to fall, in order to be winter

Got to break-fast, before you can have dinner

Everything falls in line, like it's military confined

Constructed and well designed, in every shape of its prime

A picture perfect painted picture, pressed to fit and aligned

We all pieces of a puzzle made to fit in wit time

If everybody plays they part then we'll be doing just fine

Cause the director would hate it if everybody switched lines

See every job feeds its purpose

The same blue-collar job you think is worthless

Is operated by a merchant

The same trash you throw is another nigga's paycheck

While some people spend thousands, other people pay less

See cops count on crimes, while villains count on dimes

Good and bad served together since the beginning of time, yea


[Verse 2: Retrospect]

You see

There has to be a looser, so there can be a winner

There has to be a God in order to be a sinner

For every breakfast there's a dinner

In every tree trunk there's a splinter

Earth runs like a river

A gun makes you shiver

Sends a rush through your inner

While a young UPS man runs to deliver

Next month you are in a, bus with a killer

Explosives to his body makes lunch to a thriller

See every single person serves a purpose

Even construction workers

Building stores for a merchant, that's on the surface

Now think about the underground city dwellers

The "fixing our pipes for a nice penny" fellas

Young thugs with Berettas

Shooting slugs out a Jetta

And just for fun they'll kill us

And in the slums there are dealers

Selling drugs to your children

And this is done by the billions

It keeps spinning


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[Verse 3: Retrospect & Slow V]

[Retrospect:] Yo, yo

A young hustler getting money selling drugs to a teen

And that teen turns into a crack fiend

He spends all his money now he's living in an alley

Sleeping in rat pee, wearing the same damn khakis

He's Homeless, he thinks about life

Dirty and trife, it's hurting at night

Now he's thirty searching for light

Turns into a rape-er

And now he's hurting your wife

It's just another street cycle call it circle of life

[Slow V] But shit turns back, that wife turns her wrongs to a right

The same rapper/drug-fiend turns missing at night

Body found in an allay, tortured, absent from sight

Forensic traces that he was probably hit from a height

Fell in the streets, collapsed, got dragged to a trap

Where he was beaten and bleeding, 'till his lungs collapsed

And later attacked by some ruthless local cats, who served him crack

From way back he was owing them stacks


SR


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