Rhyme & Reason soundtrack

Make me feel it, uhhh<br>It`s in the heart man<br>I can feel it right here<br>It`s in the heart man<br>I can feel it right here man, it`s real<br>(Every year about this time)<br>Every year about this time, yessuh<br>(There`s someone like me)<br>There`s always a dark cloud that lingers over the city<br>There it is<br>And I wanna preach about it, looka here<br><br>Every year about this time I get to diggin up<br>old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head<br>in the back of my mind that I always seem to find<br>When I`m marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine<br>Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind<br>Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it`s either<br>white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones<br>How can I make some sort of dividends<br>How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in<br>How can I, get in get gone<br>Every year about this time it`s always, someone like me<br>They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key<br>Every year about this time it`s always, someone like me<br>They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key<br><br>(Every year about this time<br> There`s someone like me<br> Every year about this time) About this time, uhh<br>(They lock us up, and throw away the key)<br><br>Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity `ater<br>Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh<br>Life and death does it, coincide<br>Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died<br>A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say<br>White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other<br>You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose<br>But if you choose to cross the game, then I`d have to break the news uhh<br>Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt<br>I`m used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work<br>And how can I make some sort of dividends<br>How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in<br>How can I, get in get gone<br>Every year about this time it`s always, someone like me<br>They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key<br>Every year about this time it`s always, someone like me<br>They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key<br><br>(Every year about this time<br> There`s someone like me<br> Every year about this time<br> They lock us up, and throw away the key)<br><br>You think I`ll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money<br>into some clean money?<br>Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company?<br>Good intentions but I, never follow through<br>I got good intentions but I, never follow through<br>Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I`ll fuck you<br>You ain`t from the hood nigga, so you ain`t got a clue<br>If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain`t gon never move<br>Cause I`m a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude<br>How can I make some sort of dividend how can I<br>get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in<br>How can I, get in get gone<br>Every year about this time it`s always, someone like me<br>They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key<br><br>(Every year about this time<br> There`s someone like me<br> Every year about this time<br> They lock us up, and throw away the key)