Work It Out

[1st Verse]

The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat when the

weather hot

They argue and they fret a lot then set up the plot

To whet up the block

Wheter or not the blood is red up in the gutter

Music is my bread and butter

I got a show in Brooklyn cause the ghetto love us

Pulled up in Mtulu's truck I'm suited up I'm cool as fuck

security tripping on my baseball hat promoter knew what's up

Plus Chaps had on some denim shorts and white tee shirt and

I told the bouncer they being disrespectful cuz like you we

working

I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying

To come in this crusty ass club if I wasn't playing

He's like "I'll put you the fuck out"

And when you put your word like that its like third strike black

you struck out

His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps stuck out a size nine

Seen him trip face first into the line

Cats is cowards with no spine and they power tripping too

The next level is the violence so what y'all niggaz wanna

[Hook]

Work it out

We should try to work it out

People lie, people cry, people die to work it out

Read the book, pray to god

Look inside to work it out

We should try to work it out

Yo what y'all ladies wanna do

Work it out

To get fly she work it out

People lie, people cry, people die to work it out

Read the book, pray to god

Look inside to work it out

Show the love

Lose the hate

Work it out

Work it out

[2nd Verse]

Peolpe placed in situations they cant take and what they facing

Is the trials and tribulations to make them say the lords

forsaken them

Their loved ones intervening but they always blaming them

For problems they don't realize what they part is in creating

them

Like men who so insecure think they women cheating on them

And women who think the proof that they man love them is they

beating on them

Keep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them

Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mother weeping on

them

With her head in her hands

There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better

to be alive

Now what you gonna do stick your head in the sand

You probably the type to fall for anything and take that instead

of a stand

Now that's a mouse instead of a man

I cherish my role as the head of my fam

And on the road I meet incredible fans

I rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band we at a theatre

near you

So what y'all niggaz wanna do

[Hook]

[3rd Verse]

Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try to think

through problems

Bring honesty to rap like Cam'ron brought the pink to Harlem

You could be on the brink to stardom and suddenly you sink to

bottom

Tell the truth about the war and suddenly you linked Saddam

Hate the topic but the closet people get to patriotic

Is red bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic

Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit

Trust they got it fucked up with your taxes started making

rockets

Take it off the top like politicians speaking proper diction

Stuffing dollars in they britches like they do a lotta stripping

Got the top position bitching about the quality of life

All that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the mic

They cutting down the tree of life the sun rays is running out

The babies ain't eating right so the guns keep coming out

See how they play the streets an night slap the taste out your

mouth

To show you what they work about

So what y'all niggaz want to do

[Hook]