put me in the swing it don't mean a thing
we traveled too far to turn back now
don't look behind when your hands on the plough
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man who takes home the money
nothing phoney i'm in the new jack swing
living in a land so very mean
just look deeper inside we have nothing to hide
many just watch as things slide
but i'm being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
like i'm at the basketball court and can't even dribble
forget it homeboy you can't even rap
working loose rhymes giving me a heart attack
just be proud of who you are on the inside
we have no good reason to want to run away & hide
open your door for the ladies nothing shady
I learned these lessons from my uncle in the Navy
it's time to act but you say for what
some homeboy's make me want to throw up
can see the sadness in their eyes
does this come at any big surprise
there lying behind a squeeky wheel
where much insist on being no big deal
we just need to relax & take a chill pill
see you on the flip side squeeze with raps that honestly please
write about your passion in what you feel inside
let the God up above be your guide
we are all standing in ovation
when some of us need a rest on a long vacation
rhymes that build up & break some down
don't ever wear your head down in a frown
keep your head up as Tupac once sang
it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing