Work It Out Songtext
von Full Circle

Two, yeah
Check it out, yeah

Niggas die in the quest of getting rich
Right before they make a move, a thought came to their mind

Neglecting to file for planning full stride
Could threaten your life, far worse pain to find
A result, living toward the utmost
Spending whatever cash on anything you try to grasp
Invest it within an account, funds never last
In the playground, where you find guns in the trash
Just to make sure the case remains a cold file
Niggas within the photograph, screwface in the picture


Girls be asking why they don′t smile
Been doing it as a youngin, years of adolescence
It's sort of like I′m drawn to the essence
Far too many reasons for me to try to make amends
With people I do not consider friends
Women in the passenger side of a Benz
For the look or the status that they may achieve
And it's a possibility that can make you see
A newborn with that nigga that they riding in the whip
With, decorated with pure designer shit

Wishing that there is some other way
'Cause ain′t no telling what could happen on some other day

Yeah

At the end of the day, my man′s clapped on
My man's clapped on
Listen brother, I′m just talking to you
A little something trying to sort it out
Stage of thought that I'm walking through
It ain′t nothing, I'ma work it out

Feeling good ′cause you made it through the storm
But another one surely gonna come
You made an escape but this time it still got you on the run
In the hour of the night, nothing under the sun is new
History keeps repeating itself
It's just another pattern followed by the same end
Going to school thinking it's only books
Kids bring weapon to blast at the bully in grade ten
There′s no form of guidance

After school when the bell goes


And the light starts dimming the sky
Outside the same scenery, but there′s a group of people
Some are hard, others willing to die

So what category do you best side with?
The road is narrow and long, and the other is less violent
Who's to say on the path you could lose a way?
The outcome is based upon what you do today
You can′t ever get stories that were told
Live and learn, but naturally by getting old
It's a sign, testimony for whoever is awake
Your word is fragile, you can never let it break
Or maybe it′s just the chances that we take
Powerful moves, there was never room for the fake

At the end of the day, my man's clapped on
My man′s clapped on
Listen brother, I'm just talking to you
A little something trying to sort it out
Stage of thought that I'm walking through
It ain′t nothing, I′ma work it out

Back then being relentless never seen the truth for itself
Or maybe you ignored it, the cost of living is up
You gotta get it if it's not there
And take if you can′t afford it to find what the struggle is
To the people on the hill

Who only read about it when they get the news
Instead they pass judgement and never hear the full story
So many innocent get accused
It's whatever, but we never in denial

We are grown so we don′t have no room for the inner child
We don't talk to no therapist
Our only daily operation is our heritage

Like it or not, this is just the life we lead
And pick up the pace ′cause we moving twice the speed
And got it sorted out, and keep the flame burning
'Cause you know it's never going out

At the end of the day, my man′s clapped on
Listen brother, I′m just talking to you
A little something trying to sort it out
Stage of thought that I'm walking through
It ain′t nothing, I'ma work it out

My niggas clapped on
My chicks clapped on
Bad bitches clapped on
NY, they clapped on
LA, they clapped on
Tokyo, clapped on
Uh, they clapped on
Plenty clapped on

They clapped on baby
On and on baby
They clapped on
They clapped on
Clapped on

Clapped

Clapped on

It′s time to get down