Brother Ali - Win Some Lose Some lyrics

[ CHORUS ] (2X) Man, 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 sh** But this is one that I will never forget [ VERSE 1 ] Testosterone-filled 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 is 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 a spotlight 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 it You're lucky I'm a righteous blackman" 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, pa**ive aggressive Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message And there stood little man soft dick in hand Wonderin "What the f** just happened?" Not enough to k** a man I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin a gun I'd rather catch a a**-whippin than run [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] I put them 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 f** that, y'all don't 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 b**hes They lookin at me like, "Yeah y'all done f**ed me up What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?" sh**, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad