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 itGot some things I want to speak aboutThe topics gonna creep aboutHey P, a young man around 20Really he ain't ballin', basically ain't got no moneyThere's nobody on his side cause his love is the 1's and 2'sBack and forth all night, makin' it rightNow everybody in his cypher got something to sayAyo you need to quit scratching man that shit won't payAnd Pops kicked him out, put his tables on the streetJust cause he wasn't down with the ITTBut he knew they'd catch the vapors, one day or anotherSo he dropped his boy a breeze to take it down to his brotherNow he coolin' with his brother but he buggin' 'bout the papesAin't trynna hit the little club on Wednesdays, and mixtapesThat junk ain't payin' no bills, who you tryin' to fool?So once again his jockey Joe Blow is on the moveAnd now he's house to house, sleeping on the floorWith his jacket as a blanket, said he thinking bout beforeAll he needed was his peeps to sit and watch him succeedNobody blows up overnight, and every one of us needSome kind of push of support, without that, he sorta slippedGet to drinkin' and flippin', not thinkin' and always wishin'Yo I got a solution, it's called Show me some loveWe all guilty of not doin' it, you can hear it aboveWe should take the timeJust sit back, rewind, unbind your mind from the grindWhy don't we give love a chanceSee what the world needs now is love, hope and supportGreed gottem bleedin', teacher making money for sportAnd cash role models fall by little kids that love them swizz beatsShit, when I was young I watched Sesame StreetTo all you young B-boys keep doing your thingDon't let them tell you otherwise cause you ain't makin' no green'merican cash machine keeps rollin' with or withoutWe got a subculture to save, and I'll be damned if I shoutSome shit over tracks that's wack to make a fat stack of cheeseHip hop is my art, only myself I can pleaseIt doesn't matter what you wanna be, focus and move aheadMake sure you do it for yourself and not off what some other saidCause when you go that way, it ain't from the heartWhat we do is what we been doing from the startAin't makin' music for executives sitting behind the deskI tell them fools to eat a dick and bring it live to they chestCause this is art that you created, you get paid with respectA little patience and pride, and with that you pose a threatTake a heed, young brotha, to the words I speakUnless you wanna see your promos lying there in the streetCause money is man-made and any time it can be goneJust kick back, spark one up and peek the words to this songWhen push comes to shove I rise above, sort ofKeep my eyes, mind focused on the goal that is loveSo when fans give it I rip it, return it, earn respectSee I'm in it for that, and not a fat paycheckOn that, Cino you can quote Thes, cause I said it's trueMoney doesn't equal happiness, no matter who smiles and piles checksWhile I'm on the steps drinking Beck's with my friendsPiece and our forties cause we don't got endsMemories like that to me are Los Angeles palm treesLife landmarks telling me the CD's at easeFriends are worth Gs, enemies can sit in pawn shopsI'mma worry about the riff and when the sunset stopsListen the simple pleasures and measures are always greater (what)Double K rippin' fat back apart our crossfadersLittle girls laughin' and waitin' for ice cream trucksThese images I wouldn't trade for a million bucksSo when chasin' the gold gets rough and says life sucksRemember the lining's silver and that's always good enoughSo when chasin' your gold gets rough and you lose steamCount your blessings my peoples, don't be so mean
