Lyrics The Gift Of Gab

The Gift Of Gab

Somathapeople

Some walkin the walk

Some talk

Some makin the crack

Some wait for the outcome

Some caught up in thought

Some balk

Some grabbin' the horns of the bull to get it on

Some born with a silver spoon

Some stalk through a buildin' doom

Some caught up in the rut

Some willin' to do

Anything to get up

Out the fields of gloom

Some lay up feelin stuck

Some feelin renewed

Some are gluttonous

Some of 'em don't have food

Some are down to do

Whatever they got to do

Some say they're gunna do it

But they never do move

Some lost in the sauce

Some lost in the groove

Some are overachievers

Some need to improve

Some are really believers

Some believe in doom

Some believe in happiness

Some believe in gloom

Some are butterflies

Some are trapped in a cocoon

Some of the people

Some of the time (8x)

Some judging the rest

Sometimes

Some go thru the grind

You see we all get tested

Some killin in the name of religion

Some willin to stand on the front line

For the children

Some are all about self and selfish

Some are selfless

Some will the helpless

Some herd the wealth

And some find wealth within their self

Some die to live

And some are livin with a death wish

Sometimes some change and they give their best

¬Sometimes some change for the worse

I guess we all got a story

Some are books and some are pamphlets

Some are scared and unprepared

And some are savages

Some are cold and some are hotter

Than summer madness

Some will win, and some will lose

And some will pass the illusion

Some are still

But inside they're dancing

Intoxicatingly engulfed in all the vastness...

Some of the people

Some of the time (8x)