Ordinary Peoples

Sittin' Back

Ordinary Peoples


He sits back, has a thought, contemplates
Reminiscing 'bout the days at the top, fake a smile 
Fake a lifestyle, realize that he hasn't come real in awhile 
Now that the days are gone, he clears his head, figures out what was wrong 
He was kid naïve, not realizing the greed 
How people feed ya, bleed dry 
A picture from another eye 
He was a man with a different plan, now his hand is out control 
He feels his soul but he can't control what is gone 
Now he ought, to come back on the track 
"You realized that your style is just so wack, 
Trying to be a big star, driving in a fancy car 
But deep down, you don't know who you are…" 

Just sittin' back, 
Tryin' to stay on track 

He ran with the big time players, quick to do a favor 
Till he became a major factor 
Rapper/slash actor, he obeyed his master when told 
Came fresh out the mold 
Then his heart turned cold when he rolled with the big dogs 
Paid any cost acting like the boss 
But in a flash it was all lost 
Quickly gave up his seat in the throne 
Now he's all alone, wants to go home 
Like Brand Nubian said 
"Don't let it all go to your head", 
You have to beat the spread in order to get ahead of it all 
Quickly fall, cause I be subliminal 
Original, criminal, directed at the second rate MC's 
We free entire sections, with deception of the concept 

Just sittin' back, 
Tryin' to stay on track