Brother Ali - Win Some Lose Some lyrics

And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget
And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget

Testosterone theater
Hallway confrontation spectacle
Time to see who got the testicles
I'm not the type to holler
"What you wanna do then?"
Hands parallel to my shoulders
I keep it movin'
There's one thing I hate it's for
Another man to take control of a situation
You don't want me to play the role
I'm in my element on Front Street
I love the spot light
Bringin' an audience to diss me
Is just not right
I told him, "Listen stupid
I know what you're here to do
But we're not gonna do it
This is a movement that I'm part of and
You're lucky I'm a righteous black man"
And you thought I had issues now
Really had 'em back then
I turned my back with
The anti-climatic spitefulness
That's the worst type of diss
And I stepped off, adolescent
Passive aggressive
Jesus Christ superstar to send
The world a message
And there stood little man soft dick in hand
Wonderin' "What the fuck just happened?" Mad
Enough to kill a man
I turn the corner like as long
As he ain't pullin' a gun
I'd rather catch a ass-whuppin' than run

And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget

I put 'em out there bad too
Really they had to
I turned around, they runnin' right directly
At me, they looked mad, too
A half a minute felt like a half an hour
When he got close enough I stuck
Him once for black power
All three bombed on me
Started swingin' me around
Hollerin' "Get him down, get him down!"
I'm like fuck that
Y'all not gettin' me on the linoleum
So three white boys can
Start stompin' only one
They didn't hold back at all
They started bangin' my head against a steel
Locker like a freakin' racket ball
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
They spilled blood on my 'Boys N
The Hood Increase the Peace' t-shirt
Now, isn't that symbolic?
I came to school a week later
With a eye full of stitches
And I held my head high at them bitches
They lookin' at me like
"yeah y'all done fucked me up
What you think that's a thing
That's gonna shut me up?"
Shit, nope, still swaggerin'
Still battle rappin'
And still not givin' em the satisfaction
Of bein' mad at 'em

And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some shit
But this is one that I will never forget