Work In Progress Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

[Intro, spoken: be Stille] 

Wise words being spoke 

Huh 

y'all know what it is 

Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok 

[Verse One-B. Stille] 

Each day I listen what the streets say 

Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples 

Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a reason 

Cause we ain't never being equal 

And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil 

Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure 

Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer 

With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser 

It's brutal 

Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings 

More so like aliens 

Touring the land of Europeans 

Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant 

Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though 

Still I pimp the industry hoe 

And even when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor 

My life's a work in progress, soon to be end of the road 

But I don't stress cause I have been her before, you know 

[chorus] 

My life's a work in progress 

(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) 

My life's a work in progress 

(but I don't stress cause I have been here before) 

My life's a work in progress 

(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) 

My life's a work in progress 

(but I don't stress cause I have been here before) 

[Verse two-Ron Clutch] 

In life 

Every step you take 

Every right every left you make 

You can look at it like chess in a way 

Cause life is best when you take your time 

Don't make a move, unless you done made up your mind 

Play by the rules, don't ever play the fool 

Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your dues 

Come on 

Everybody knows the cost to be the boss 

Yea the price is kind of steep but sacrifice is never cheap 

I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the same time 

It's the Ying verse the Yang, sorta like rain without shine 

Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your teeth and bear it 

Matthew 5, verse 5 "The earth the meek shall inherit" 

Cherish the day before you perish away 

Cause who can say how many days your power last? 

It's like a crack in your hourglass 

In a flash, the hours pass 

Then you're gone 

[Chorus] 

[Verse three-Big V] 

Long life living (?) will bring you close you dying 

The more laughs one had will bring you close to crying 

Cold unforgiving planet, yea it is 

Racists, communicating those who wrong did 

I daydream back to the 80's when we was all kids 

A stab wound kidnapping (?) experience 

Though at the time not a glock would blow in da wind 

It's a good day in the hood to witness a stabbing 

Now stories told to us, without tragedy 

Seem like it involve bloodshed automatically 

If you ever get a chance, just stop and use your mind 

Observe the world for yourself and just check your time 

Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's right 

([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress) 

Smoke something with your country people 

Drank something with your country people 

([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress) 

Thinking back in Junior high when sex was the shit 

Fein pussy now a day can get you killed quick 

'Bout shootin ball in now they 'bout getting licks 

I'm playin Nappy Roots just to hear the realest shit 

Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit 

See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets 

Whatever you do, be smart, tote your heat 

Did I mention if you don't work you don't eat 

If you ever get a chance stop and use your mind 

Observe the world for yourself and check the time 

Yea, Smoke something with your country people 

[Chorus]