Work It Out Lyrics - Beautiful Struggle - Talib Kweli

[1st Verse] 

The temperature got tempers flaring people sweat when the 

weather hot 

They argue and they fret a lot then set up the plot 

To whet up the block 

Wheter or not the blood is red up in the gutter 

Music is my bread and butter 

I got a show in Brooklyn cause the ghetto love us 

Pulled up in Mtulu's truck I'm suited up I'm cool as fuck 

security tripping on my baseball hat promoter knew what's up 

Plus Chaps had on some denim shorts and white tee shirt and 

I told the bouncer they being disrespectful cuz like you we 

working 

I ain't a custy or a patron and trust me no one would be paying 

To come in this crusty ass club if I wasn't playing 

He's like "I'll put you the fuck out" 

And when you put your word like that its like third strike black 

you struck out 

His man tried to rush me from behind Chaps stuck out a size nine 

Seen him trip face first into the line 

Cats is cowards with no spine and they power tripping too 

The next level is the violence so what y'all niggaz wanna 

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[Hook] 

Work it out 

We should try to work it out 

People lie, people cry, people die to work it out 

Read the book, pray to god 

Look inside to work it out 

We should try to work it out 

Yo what y'all ladies wanna do 

Work it out 

To get fly she work it out 

People lie, people cry, people die to work it out 

Read the book, pray to god 

Look inside to work it out 

Show the love 

Lose the hate 

Work it out 

Work it out 

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[2nd Verse] 

Peolpe placed in situations they cant take and what they facing 

Is the trials and tribulations to make them say the lords 

forsaken them 

Their loved ones intervening but they always blaming them 

For problems they don't realize what they part is in creating 

them 

Like men who so insecure think they women cheating on them 

And women who think the proof that they man love them is they 

beating on them 

Keep sleeping on them soon they partner creeping on them 

Committing crimes of passion they in caskets mother weeping on 

them 

With her head in her hands 

There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better 

to be alive 

Now what you gonna do stick your head in the sand 

You probably the type to fall for anything and take that instead 

of a stand 

Now that's a mouse instead of a man 

I cherish my role as the head of my fam 

And on the road I meet incredible fans 

I rock with singers an a DJ instead of a band we at a theatre 

near you 

So what y'all niggaz wanna do 

[Hook] 

[3rd Verse] 

Stay civilized when they try to kill my high I try to think 

through problems 

Bring honesty to rap like Cam'ron brought the pink to Harlem 

You could be on the brink to stardom and suddenly you sink to 

bottom 

Tell the truth about the war and suddenly you linked Saddam 

Hate the topic but the closet people get to patriotic 

Is red bull white vodka mixed with the straight hypnotic 

Paper prophets sell the revolution so they make a profit 

Trust they got it fucked up with your taxes started making 

rockets 

Take it off the top like politicians speaking proper diction 

Stuffing dollars in they britches like they do a lotta stripping 

Got the top position bitching about the quality of life 

All that bullshit get exposed as soon as Kweli sees the mic 

They cutting down the tree of life the sun rays is running out 

The babies ain't eating right so the guns keep coming out 

See how they play the streets an night slap the taste out your 

mouth 

To show you what they work about 

So what y'all niggaz want to do 

[Hook]