KRS-One, Buckshot, K’naan - Think of All the Things lyrics

Think of 4X think about it man
I mean niggas do a lot of stupid shit but uhh
This has gotta be one of the stupidest
Y'know? Real talk, man listen

Uhh, yeah, uhh, yeah
I ain't make music to get filthy rich
I wrote rhymes cause I got shit to fix
Climbin on the ladder buildin brick to brick
Finally gettin paid for what I did for kicks
So now I'm on the road, two kids at home
Popularity got me losin clarity
And sometimes I'm feelin guilty sick
Between my wife and I, there's a hyphen, I
Sometimes feel like there's a knife in line
Ready to cut off our last lifeline
And who's to blame? It's
Never easy of course
But I'm the only one bringin up the divorce
If loves fails, what do you do to prevail?
Would you drink heaven if it


Was brewed in hell?
Cause my relationship don't work
But if you got kids then the road don't fork
Raps turn tables in the box that booms
Your little one's sitting alone in the room
"When you coming home Dad?"
I don't know when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends

Let me ask you a question nigga
How you got a seed that you never go check?
But got enough cheese to get
Up in the coat check
Up in the club like "yeah nigga, yeah!"
But your seed's in the crib
Like "Where's my gear?"
Yeah, only gear you know
Is the third gear on the train
When you get with a ho
Yo, bro you dipped from head to toe
But your kids got fucked up
Clothes and snotty noses hoes is
Not important when it comes
To your little ones
Your daughter or your son, dumb dumb
Tell 'em son

Raps turn tables in the box that booms
Your little one's sitting alone in the room
"When you coming home Dad?"
I don't know when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends

Daycare, child care, tuition, fly gear
It's all good but it means
Nothin if you're not there
But the cops there, the crack rock's there
"And where's my dad?" Not there!
Now stop there, let me talk to the daughters
When moms is corrupted
You know the whole family's out of order
Daughter, I don't think you should
Order the fire water
Think higher daughter, drink water
Seek order, speak shorter
Delete repeat callers
Stop sleepin with players and ballers
Stand taller there's a lot of young boys
But only one real man for ya
One man on ya, have only one man call ya
You could roll your eyes if you wanna
But all that flirtin and short skirt-in
Leads to hurtin for certain!
Real men are out there workin
And they not impressed with you
You keep seekin little boys who
Only want sex from you
Real men want the rest of you
Real men walk next to you
But is a real man a check to you?
When a real man is in your house
Whether lover or spouse
Are you runnin him out?
Are you comin with doubt?
Are you all up in a real man's face, yellin
Comin to shout?
When the lovin is out, well, so is the man
You know what's up but
Your kid won't understand he'll say
"When y'all broke up was I really
Part of the plan?" echoes

Raps turn tables in the box that booms
Your little one's sitting alone in the room
"When you coming home Dad?"
I don't know when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends

Raps turn tables in the box that booms
Your little one's sitting alone in the room
"When you coming home Dad?"
I don't know when
Cause Dad's hanging with his friends
You know we'll have a good time when
Dad stops hanging with his friends