Mr. Bojangles

Mr. Bojangles what is your angle
You just gone keep dancing until someone thanks you
Needing attention is that why you mention
Everything you do to put them in your business but hate they opinion
Why stay wit a gimmick when every one knows exactly how you living
Ashamed of decisions you made
So you created an image thinking it would distort their vision
No difference than kids putting on mask you treating or tricking
Either way it goes them lies that
you done told keep their ears on close
And make em' not want to listen
One minute complaining and whining then next you in the kitchen
Flexing like you whipping who you think you kidding
We can not forgive ya all of that pretending
Hanging wit the snitches that'll get you injured
Ah ah ah dance dance Mr. Bojangles
Don't wanna kill ya vibe
Just know that I don't want your words to get tangle
Bit of advice be what you like
Just know what's done in the dark comes to light
No need to mislead to get in the lead
That will not keep you at the t o p
It's funny to me to see the ones that was making A's & B's
Now in the streets even they want to be G's C's B's
Til' somebody pull that heat out and squeeze
More R I P's that's 1 o 3 what you
gone get for dancing in these streets
But if that's what's you into don't let me offend you
Just know when I see you I laugh in my mental and

Call it Mr.Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles there's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles now why you Bojangling
That's Mr. Bojangles oh I see now
Call it Mr.Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles why you always Bojangling

That's Mr. Bojangles oh I see

Bojangle Bojangle Bojangle that's
all that I hear when I listen to em rap
Seem like now everybody in the trap
Splurging & serving wit packs and big stacks
It's like they be rapping an ad
Putting they street biz out there to get bagged
Then flex on the book and the gram
Pictures wit guns in they hands wit bands
And still wonder how they got jammed from hanging wit them
Fellas wit felons who telling who selling
Thinking that's gonna propel em
I know that's foul I was just hoping you smelled it
Guess they lost all common senses
Stunt like they been with the business
Boy you turned grown and start dealing
And say that's suppose to be real how you living
Please you got seeds look at the vision you giving them
Blueprints to get to a prison
Either that or 6 feet deep in a casket
I know that it hurts but seeing it is worse believe me I know
The outcome is tragic
It can get cold up in them streets you'll need more than just a jacket
Nothing tucked but love to buck will get you
Stuck quick if you out being to flashy
All I'm saying don't be playing the
streets are real they'll leave you nameless
No good byes tears in eyes face on T keep the peace to keep the
peace brings The beef then its death more to rest mean the flex
Or be the next to see these steps

Don't be surprise when its time just know I tried

To give you light to see the way
Oh that's right I forgot your name they

Call it Mr.Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles there's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles now why you Bojangling
That's Mr. Bojangles oh I see now
Call it Mr.Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles that's Mr. Bojangles
Call it Mr. Bojangles why you always Bojangling
That's Mr. Bojangles oh I see