WHITNEY FORD SINGS THE BLUES       What It's Like       Ends

WHITNEY FORD SINGS THE BLUES     What It's Like   We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of main He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes "Get a job you f*cking slob," is all he replies God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll I'm the man you've been dreaming of." But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls!" And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walking through the door They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call her a whore God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie I've seen the good side of bad And the downside of up And everything between I licked the silver spoon Drank from the golden cup And smoked the finest green I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times before i broke their heart You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start I knew this kid named Max who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs He liked to hang out late he liked to get sh*t-faced and keep the pace with thugs Until late one night there was a big old fight and Max lost his head He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some sh*t, and wound up dead Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain You know it comes that way at least that's what they say when you play the game God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news 'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like... Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose       Ends   Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew this cat named Dale who didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a PHD, an MBA But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay Company's down sizin', inflation's risin' Can't find a job he's feelin' kind of stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet He's losin' all his teeth, now he's out on the street And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool For the ends Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut Swingin' that butt like 'place your ad here' Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear Brand name wearin', champagne wavin' Jewels around the neck, a lotta style she's cravin' Ain't no savin', she's doin' all the spendin' If you do the livin', she'll do the bendin' Straight machine vendin', that's money for tail Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny Come home one day find her countin' out your money From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo If you broke she's spittin' if you're rich she might swallow For the ends Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends I knew these two homeboys that made a lot of noise Makin' money on the block, the kids was on their job They was toughin' it and livin' like Reverend Run DMC they was tokin' guns Hold and wait, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat wears Fly jewels and clothes and got no job And then one disappeared and one got robbed For the ends Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends Ends, some people would rob their mother for the ends Rat snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further I'm on my ends

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