Part Of The Plan

(album: One Man Band Man - 2007)

[Chris Martin:]
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Anyway you can

[Swizz Beatz:]
The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Fiends threw away their crack babies
Arguing with my brother to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would 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 forensic team
Yellow tape, haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walking by and they just shaking their heads saying

[Chris Martin:]
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Anyway you can

[Swizz Beatz:]
What's hot, what's not, what should, what shouldn't be
Come on y'all who to say what couldn't be?
Look at me, I'm nicest not the iciest
Sometimes I wake up and ask God, who life this is?
I look at these eyes, I'm only in this body
If you only could understand the vision that I carry
White actors will be like Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire, men get burned
To talk about this, the only thing I earned
I can rap, I'm talking about killing you like this
Or putting a hole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheating myself and I can't do that, man

[Chris Martin:]
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Anyway you can

[Swizz Beatz:]
Man, it all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings where the crack heads meet
All you hear is and lighters flicking
Busy smoking, baby dead, rat poison in the kitchen
They so high, walking by, thinking she asleep
Don't even put her in the crib, just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building 17 with the bundles and a gun up on me
And I shoot any nigga run up on me
And for 2 years my momma looking for me
Crying, running up on other kids thinking it's me
By now I ain't got no heart
Nigga, I'm a gang member, suited up and I'm ready to start

[Chris Martin:]
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Anyway you can