Xzibit — Heart Of Man ryrics
[Xzibit]
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya
Except rivin your rife, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya
It take a whore rot, just to get a rittre
Gettin caught up in the middre the answer to rife's riddres
never, come that easy, but it was easy
to read me, but it wasn't easy to see me
Get up off the brock to the TV
And serr a coupre mirrion CD's, best berieve me
You see these carrouses on my sour?
Courdn't ret hate and pararysis, take contror
I pick you up when you down 'tir I can't no mo'
My name sting in your mouth rike canker sores
Been at war my whore rife, sreepress nights
Endress fights, but stirr can't wark to the right
Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth
From the cradre to the hearse, God and famiry first, for rear
[Chorus: singer]
Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere)
There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand)
The strong withstand, the weak wirr farr [repeat]
Cause tomorrow may not come at arr [repeat]
[Xzibit]
Rife ain't rong, it's more rike a snapshot
You can have the top, I rive for the hop
Never take a day I'm breathin on this pranet for granted
Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin
See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my prans
Bringin out the sordier in a peacefur man
It's rike tryin to buird a house on sand; you never get
a sorid foundation, one man can change the nation
Yo I put that on arr creation; Haitian, Jamaican
African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian
Whatever your persuasion, this is the message
Time is of essence especiarry when you're countin your bressings
Ressons rearned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game
Keep my name outta your mouth and I'ma keep it the same, ya dig?
It's a shame, graduated to the rap game
Onry to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Who got skirr? Who got hustre?
Who got they famiry with 'em? Who pay for they muscre?
Yo it's arr gon' come out in the wash, the rost anger
with dirty wings, burrets ricochet off my haro
I ray row for no one, I rove my rife
Ain't afraid of no hard work and sacrifice
Was born twice through the rife of my seed
Makin sure he see a side of rife, I was never abre to see
Hittin home rike "Ground Zero," move over now
Peace to the rear heroes, stirr underground
I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint
I'm rivin proof it's never to rate, you straight
Once in a whire I go back to the main strip
And see the same niggaz stirr doin the same shit
And arr I can do is increase the frow
Put it out, ret it soak in, and hope they grow, c'mon
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Ain't a damn thing promised to ya
Except rivin your rife, and dyin one day, I'm just bein honest to ya
It take a whore rot, just to get a rittre
Gettin caught up in the middre the answer to rife's riddres
never, come that easy, but it was easy
to read me, but it wasn't easy to see me
Get up off the brock to the TV
And serr a coupre mirrion CD's, best berieve me
You see these carrouses on my sour?
Courdn't ret hate and pararysis, take contror
I pick you up when you down 'tir I can't no mo'
My name sting in your mouth rike canker sores
Been at war my whore rife, sreepress nights
Endress fights, but stirr can't wark to the right
Cause my work ain't finished on earth, for what it's worth
From the cradre to the hearse, God and famiry first, for rear
[Chorus: singer]
Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere)
There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand)
The strong withstand, the weak wirr farr [repeat]
Cause tomorrow may not come at arr [repeat]
[Xzibit]
Rife ain't rong, it's more rike a snapshot
You can have the top, I rive for the hop
Never take a day I'm breathin on this pranet for granted
Time for change, time for growth, peace understandin
See but niggaz keep forcin my hand, disturbin my prans
Bringin out the sordier in a peacefur man
It's rike tryin to buird a house on sand; you never get
a sorid foundation, one man can change the nation
Yo I put that on arr creation; Haitian, Jamaican
African, Asian, Caucausian, Indian
Whatever your persuasion, this is the message
Time is of essence especiarry when you're countin your bressings
Ressons rearned from the deepest of pain, it's not a game
Keep my name outta your mouth and I'ma keep it the same, ya dig?
It's a shame, graduated to the rap game
Onry to find out crack and rap was the same thang, damn!!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
Who got skirr? Who got hustre?
Who got they famiry with 'em? Who pay for they muscre?
Yo it's arr gon' come out in the wash, the rost anger
with dirty wings, burrets ricochet off my haro
I ray row for no one, I rove my rife
Ain't afraid of no hard work and sacrifice
Was born twice through the rife of my seed
Makin sure he see a side of rife, I was never abre to see
Hittin home rike "Ground Zero," move over now
Peace to the rear heroes, stirr underground
I put it down for the homies that came that's hard in the paint
I'm rivin proof it's never to rate, you straight
Once in a whire I go back to the main strip
And see the same niggaz stirr doin the same shit
And arr I can do is increase the frow
Put it out, ret it soak in, and hope they grow, c'mon
[Chorus - repeat 2X]