Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contribution, artist - Jurassic 5.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Contribution |
yo, either you a part of the problem |
or part of the solution |
what’s your contribution to life |
so many people complain, always talk about change yo but what’s your contribution to life |
either you with or ain’t with it, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it yo what’s your contribution to life |
either you give or you take, make moves and you wait yo but what’s your contribution to life |
tales of man, woman and human, the difference between the three |
is that there is not difference, just other outcomes |
listen and witness the common tales* |
aye yo my momma and a nigga for life |
love carousel, cuss yell and fight |
seven nights a week, no respect when they speak |
disrespect between the sheets, the ends don’t meet |
no rice beans or meat |
my momma was the bread winner plus |
she had to cook his dinner |
my daddy was a full time sinner |
poppa was a stoner stay gone till November |
off of that, gawk?, that made? |
emack |
like the devil done took his soul and ain’t given it back |
remember that, when you play for the bless |
speedy victory for the poor and the press |
I cant stand the stress, its test and time press |
up against my momma and daddy chest, I try and rest |
with no stretch of the mind, I cant find no piece |
of mind within this family of mine, yo she got chips and you don’t, that’s bottom line |
that’s just the way love goes, *hmmm* lets rewind |
you really ain’t paid, you clockin minimum wage |
now basically you a slave, your wife studies for days |
no money for much, just movies and such |
the way your two hands clutch, you know its love not lust |
now she’s sick of the bus, and using you as a crutch |
and on top of this stuff, she graduates in a month |
damn, her new job got her clocking the dough |
now she’s buying new clothes, and taken you to the show |
you feeling like you the ho, not knowing which way to go and ultimately you know, you ain’t feeling her so you need to get up, get out and get something |
your job ain’t nothing, all these years you’ve just been frontin |
thats the way she played ya, the talked in rager went back |
to your days of… |
she always said I’m out husslin for food, kitchen indeed |
while this nigga spend his ends on booze, bitches and weed |
I thought that we’d agree, with two kids to feed |
that you would slow your own, but instead of switchin your seed |
you slapped me, you cant attack me thinkin I’m be happy |
in fact its a packing and we rapidly |
after we witness, no love between parents |
the father type that was once on the sence vanished |
supreme bamish the couples that match these |
producin generations of kids with latched keys |
her daughter learned from momma |
how to reject men, her sons attracts women |
that don’t respect men, and then |
one parental provided can be the plan |
but no woman can truly teach a boy to be a man |
that’s why I’m always telling these many pals of mine |
the most that you can spend on any child is time |
to the same situations, but man, plans and the lord plans |
and the lord is the best of planners, |
so what’s your contribution to life* |
what’s your contribution to life |