Представляем точный текст композиции "Win Some Lose Some" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brother Ali . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Win Some Lose Some» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brother Ali передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brother Ali - "Win Some Lose Some"
Lyrics to Win Some Lose Some : [CHORUS x2] 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 shit But this is one that I will never forget [VERSE 1] Testosterone-filled hallway confrontation spectacle Time to see who got the testicles Im not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then'" Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin Theres one thing I hate is for another man to take control Of a situation, you dont want me to play the role Im 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 youre here to do But were not gonna do it This is a movement that Im part of it Youre lucky Im a righteous blackman" And you thought I had issues now, really had em back then I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness Thats 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'" Not enough to kill a man I turn the corner like as long as he aint pullin a gun Id rather catch a ass-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!" Im like fuck that, yall dont gettin me on the linoleum So three white boys can start stompin only one They didnt 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, isnt that symbolic' I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches And I held my head higher than bitches They lookin at me like, "Yeah yall done fucked me up What you think thats a thing thats gonna shut me up'" Shit, nope, still swaggerin, still battle rappin And still not givin em the satisfaction of bein mad [ Win Some Lose Some Lyrics ]
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