Aceyalone - Not When You Get Down Lyrics
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]A tall, handsome, chocolate syrup colored kidin a fresh boxcut hairstyle.Quiet manner was more in tune with his, well-heeled patronsthan with his hip-hopping friends."Who hooked you up man?Yo' momma?!"[Aceyalone]I wrote a poem the other dayI hope you like it[Chorus]Roses are red, and violets are blueSugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as youBoogers are green, and doo-doo is brownLife is uphill but, not when you get downI said roses are red, and violets are blueSugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as youBoogers are green, and doo-doo is brownLife is uphill but, not when you get down[Aceyalone]Sticks and stones, flesh and bones+Organic Electricity+ chromosomesI'm home alone, but not by choiceI pick up the phone and I hear a strange voiceHocus pocus, boogedy booAbra-cadabra, what's a nigga to do?Back and forth, and open and closedAnd if you can't see through it then poke you some holesIt's like glass and dirt, water and sandThings tend to burn the hotter the panLeft and right, and right and wrongWrong and guilty, convicted and hungYoung and old, and old and newKnew and never knew and tellin the truthIt's like black and blue, and battered and bruisedAnd if you get away from this one then, that'll be newsI said[Chorus][Aceyalone]Jack and Jill, and +Jill+ and +Scott+Scotch and soda, a twisted plotBums and cops, covers and quiltsPillows and blankets, cottons and silksMind so heavy hope the bed don't tiltCuts and welts, and screams for helpEat and sleep, shit shower and shaveWork and play, cradle to the graveIt's all for nothin, or nothin at allIt's all for one, and one for allYou better look up at me like I'm ten feet tallCause you're lookin down at me like I'm two feet smallHopes and wishes, wishes and dreamsIt's ugly and dirty, I wish it was cleanWin or lose, smoke or boozeAnd if you get away from this one then, that'll be newsI mean[Chorus][Aceyalone]Ready or not, sweaty and hotTired and hungry but haven't forgotGuns and shots, runs and dropsOr buried alive under tons of rocksA beautiful day, a wonderful nightA suitable pasttime just rockin the micA day in the life, a life in a dayYou know when they comin so you might get awaySpace and time, nickels and dimesBass and rhyme that tickle your spineA brand new mind, a fresh designOne of a kind, seek and you findHomies and crews, weapons and toolsLovers and haters and teachers and foolsJust try walkin one day in my socks and shoesAnd if you get away from this one then, that'll be newsIt's like[Chorus]
