[Intro, spoken: B 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