Bizzle - Options lyrics

It's Bizzle! At some point in your life
You gon' be put into position to either do
What you know is right or
Do what’s best for you
And most of the time our
Selfish nature makes us do
What’s best for us no matter how bad it may
Be for the next person

Uh ebony’s only nineteen
Grew up without a father, he left back in '93
And her mom’s didn’t take it well
Self-esteem went straight to hell
Couldn’t find peace
Looking for it in the IV feeling noid
Bringing home strange men tryna fill the void
In the next room, Ebony could hear the noise
What her moms did with those men
She did with boys
And the men used to treat her moms hella bad
Call her out a name and hit
Her if she started yelling back
And one late night, while Ebony’s laid up
Mom’s friend sneaks into the
Room and rapes her
She never tells anybody, and she grows up
Feeling like she’s nothing 'cause that’s
What he told her
Every time he did it to her
Now she’s a known slut
Dudes mess over not knowing
That her soul’s crushed
Uh, then she meets you one day
You got two options: be another number
Just another nigga that got what
He wanted from her
You can be a part of her feeling worthless
Or be the first one to let
Her know what her worth is
She ready to hit the track, do you pimp her
Or give her the advice you’d
Give your little sister? Would you fix her
Or would you let the cash you wanted
Convince you to take advantage of
The fact she’s broken? Bizzle
What’s it gon' be? What’s it gon' be?
What’s it gon' be? What’s it gon' be?

I was in that situation, homie
And I ain’t make the right decision either
I knew she was broken
But her being broken is what got me paid
Something in me told me to tell her
That she was better than that
But, I knew if I told her that
My money would stop evil

Little Bink only fourteen
Pops was a dope dealer, mom was a dope fiend
Saw pop's murders and mom’s OD
So he moved with his G moms back in '03
Project’s dead, middle of the Nickerson's
Looked up to the older bloods
He would kick it with
Started off smoking weed
Then started pitching it
Street life is reeling him in
Like a fishermen grandma loving him
But can’t keep up with him
Big homies forcing him to fight
Just to toughen him
Everybody judging him, nobody was hugging him
Ignored the hope in him
Just spoke to the thug in him
Heart getting colder by the minute
He never shows emotion
So no one knows what’s in it
He never knew love
So all you got to do is ride for him
And he’s ready to die or do FED time for you
Uh, then he meets you one day
Do you tell him it’s a better way
Give him hope or do you sit him on the
Corner and give him dope?
Manipulate him into to taking your heat
And convince him that doing your time
Will make him a G?
Do you make him a shooter and give
Him his first piece of chrome
Or tell him get an education
Leave the streets alone?
You can help him throw his life away
Or be the first one to tell him
He can start a new life today bizzle

What’s it gon' be? What’s it gon' be?
What’s it gon' be? What’s it gon' be?

I remember having a conversation
With the homie
Talking about the younger cats
Like they lives was expendable or something
Like, yeah
We’ll send the little niggas over there
Have them do dirt
Like they freedom wasn’t worth nothing
Like they life being on the
Line wasn’t worth nothing come on

You got the option, homie
You can either speak life or speak
Death into this next generation
You can either do what’s best for you
Which is take a chick that’s broken
Keep her broken
Have the tools to fix her, and not use it
So that you can keep your money coming in
Or see a little cat
Going in the wrong direction and keep
Him heading in that wrong direction
Because he’ll do dirt for you
And he’ll keep you out of
Jail, by putting his life
His freedom on the line for you
You can keep him lost
Or use your experiences, homie
To tell him, "Don’t go that way
I been that way- it’s a dead end"
Come on, speak life
Turn your negative into positive yeah!