Slow V. / Retrospect - People Make The World Go Round lyrics
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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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus]
