Give Love A Chance

Why don't we give love a chance?

Why don't we give love a chance?

Yo let the brotha rap for a minute

(All right) Let me get in it

Got some things I want to speak about

The topics gonna creep about

Hey P, a young man around 20

Really he ain't ballin', basically ain't got no money

There's nobody on his side cause his love is the 1's and 2's

Back and forth all night, makin' it right

Now everybody in his cypher got something to say

Ayo you need to quit scratching man that shit won't pay

And Pops kicked him out, put his tables on the street

Just cause he wasn't down with the ITT

But he knew they'd catch the vapors, one day or another

So he dropped his boy a breeze to take it down to his brother

Now he coolin' with his brother but he buggin' 'bout the papes

Ain't trynna hit the little club on Wednesdays, and mixtapes

That junk ain't payin' no bills, who you tryin' to fool?

So once again his jockey Joe Blow is on the move

And now he's house to house, sleeping on the floor

With his jacket as a blanket, said he thinking bout before

All he needed was his peeps to sit and watch him succeed

Nobody blows up overnight, and every one of us need

Some kind of push of support, without that, he sorta slipped

Get to drinkin' and flippin', not thinkin' and always wishin'

Yo I got a solution, it's called Show me some love

We all guilty of not doin' it, you can hear it above

We should take the time

Just sit back, rewind, unbind your mind from the grind

Why don't we give love a chance

See what the world needs now is love, hope and support

Greed gottem bleedin', teacher making money for sport

And cash role models fall by little kids that love them swizz beats

Shit, when I was young I watched Sesame Street

To all you young B-boys keep doing your thing

Don't let them tell you otherwise cause you ain't makin' no green

'merican cash machine keeps rollin' with or without

We got a subculture to save, and I'll be damned if I shout

Some shit over tracks that's wack to make a fat stack of cheese

Hip hop is my art, only myself I can please

It doesn't matter what you wanna be, focus and move ahead

Make sure you do it for yourself and not off what some other said

Cause when you go that way, it ain't from the heart

What we do is what we been doing from the start

Ain't makin' music for executives sitting behind the desk

I tell them fools to eat a dick and bring it live to they chest

Cause this is art that you created, you get paid with respect

A little patience and pride, and with that you pose a threat

Take a heed, young brotha, to the words I speak

Unless you wanna see your promos lying there in the street

Cause money is man-made and any time it can be gone

Just kick back, spark one up and peek the words to this song

When push comes to shove I rise above, sort of

Keep my eyes, mind focused on the goal that is love

So when fans give it I rip it, return it, earn respect

See I'm in it for that, and not a fat paycheck

On that, Cino you can quote Thes, cause I said it's true

Money doesn't equal happiness, no matter who smiles and piles checks

While I'm on the steps drinking Beck's with my friends

Piece and our forties cause we don't got ends

Memories like that to me are Los Angeles palm trees

Life landmarks telling me the CD's at ease

Friends are worth Gs, enemies can sit in pawn shops

I'mma worry about the riff and when the sunset stops

Listen the simple pleasures and measures are always greater (what)

Double K rippin' fat back apart our crossfaders

Little girls laughin' and waitin' for ice cream trucks

These images I wouldn't trade for a million bucks

So when chasin' the gold gets rough and says life sucks

Remember the lining's silver and that's always good enough

So when chasin' your gold gets rough and you lose steam

Count your blessings my peoples, don't be so mean