Contribution - Intellectual

[Hook: Akil]

Yo, either you a part of the problem

Or you a part of the solution

What's your contribution to life? Yo

So many people complain, always talk about change, yo

But what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you with or ain't with it, if it ain't broke don't fix it

Yo, what's your contribution to life?

Yo, either you give or you take, make moves or you wait

Yo, but what's your contribution to life? Yo...

[Intro: Zaakir]

You're about to witness three of the most common

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

[Verse 1: Akil]

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 stone an' stayed gone 'till November

Off of that 'gnac , that made him act

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 oppressed

I can't stand the stress, the test of time pressed

Up against my momma and daddy chest, I'd try to rest

With no stretch of the mind, I can't find no peace

Of mind within this family of mine, yo

[Verse 2: Marc 7even]

She got chips and you don't, that's bottom line

Is this the way love goes? Hmm... 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 it's 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 taking you to the show

You feeling like you the hoe, 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 talk enrage ya

Went back, to your days of a playa

[Verse 3: Chali 2na]

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 roll, but instead of switchin' your speed

You slapped me [*slap*]

You can't attack me, thinkin' I'ma be happy

In fact, get to packin' and leave rapidly"

After we witness, no love between parents

The father type that was once on the scene vanished

Supreme damage to couples that match these

Producin' generations of kids with latch-keys

Her daughter learned from mama how to reject men

Her sons attracts women that don't respect men, and then

One parental provider 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

[Outro: Zaakie]

Look we don't have all the answers

We're victims to the same situations

But man plans and Allah plans

And Allah is the best of planners

So what's your contribution to life?