Part Of The Plan
Swizz Beatz Lyrics


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Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can

The time was the late 80's
Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Feens threw away their crack babies
Arguing with my brother
To see who pick the mouse up
Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Coming home from school
Your brains on your uniform
I wish I could fly away like a unicorn
I'm from the ghetto
And everyday a human born
So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape... (mmm)
Haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walking by
And they just shaking their heads saying...
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can

What's hot, what's not
What should, what shouldn't be
Come on ya...
Who to say what couldn't be
Look at me...
I'm nicest not the ices
Sometimes I wake up and ask God
Who life this is
I look at these eyes
I'm only in this body
If you only could understand
The vision that I carry
White actors will be like
Puff Daddy when he interned
Men play with fire
Men get burned
To talk about this
The only thing I earned
I can rap talking about killing you like this
Or putting a whole in your head the size of that
But that would be cheating myself
And I can't do that... (Man)

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can

Man...
It all ends up on a back street
In abandoned buildings
Where the crack heads meet
All you hear is (coughs & sniffing)
And lighters flicking
Busy smoking
Baby dead
Rat poison in the kitchen
They so high
Walking by thinking she sleep
Don't even put her in the crib
Just cover her with a sheet
This is me in the building
17 with the bundles
and a gun up on me
And I shoot any n- run up on me
And for 2 years my momma looking for me
Crying running up on other kids
Thinking it's me
By now I ain't got no heart
N- I'm a gang member
Suited up and ready to start

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it




Trying to repair it
Any way you can

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Swizz Beatz's "Part Of The Plan" talks about the frustration that comes with trying to fix something that is broken. The singer is struggling and feeling distracted and unable to communicate properly ("Trying hard to speak and/Fighting with my weak hand/Driven to distraction/So part of the plan"). The second verse takes a dark turn, painting a vivid picture of life in the ghetto during the late 80s. The singer describes seeing stray dogs with rabies, crack babies, and the police swarming the area. He wishes he could escape the violence and poverty, but he is trapped. The final verse talks about the desperation that comes with being caught up in gang violence and selling drugs. The singer admits to being a gang member and being armed, and his mother is searching for him.


Line by Line Meaning

Trying hard to speak and
Struggling to express myself clearly


Fighting with my weak hand
Struggling with my limitations


Driven to distraction
Losing focus and becoming easily sidetracked


So part of the plan
This is how it was supposed to go


When something is broken
When things aren't working as they should


And you try to fix it
Attempting to make things better


Trying to repair it
Working to restore what was lost


Any way you can
Using every resource available to you


The time was the late 80's
This happened in the late 1980s


Every block had a stray dog with rabies
Stray dogs were a common sight in the area


Feens threw away their crack babies
Drug addicts abandoned their babies in the streets


Arguing with my brother
Disagreeing with my sibling


To see who pick the mouse up
To decide who would take care of a problem


Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up
Using the oven to warm up the home


Everyday, police would swarm
Police presence was a daily occurrence


Coming home from school
Returning from school


Your brains on your uniform
Violence was a common occurrence


I wish I could fly away like a unicorn
Desiring to escape the difficult reality


I'm from the ghetto
I come from a disadvantaged neighborhood


And everyday a human born
New life begins each day


So who cares if I'm stretched out on the scene
Nobody would care if I died


Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Investigators are examining the crime scene


Yellow tape... (mmm)
Police tape has cordoned off the area


Haters glad that I'm dead
People who didn't like me are happy that I'm gone


Pedestrians walking by
People walking past the scene


And they just shaking their heads saying...
Expressing their disapproval or sadness


What's hot, what's not
What's popular or not


What should, what shouldn't be
What is acceptable or not


Come on ya...
Let's be real


Who to say what couldn't be
Who's to say what's impossible


Look at me...
Pay attention to me


I'm nicest not the ices
I'm kind but not materialistic


Sometimes I wake up and ask God
Occasionally, I question God


Who life this is
Who is in control of my life


I look at these eyes
Reflecting on my own life


I'm only in this body
I am only living in this physical form


If you only could understand
If only you could comprehend my thoughts


The vision that I carry
The dreams and aspirations I hold


White actors will be like
Reflecting on race relations


Puff Daddy when he interned
When Puff Daddy was starting out


Men play with fire
Playing with danger or taking risks


Men get burned
Suffering the consequences of their actions


To talk about this
To speak out about these issues


The only thing I earned
The only thing I deserve


I can rap talking about killing you like this
I can rap about violence and hurting others


Or putting a whole in your head the size of that
Threatening physical harm


But that would be cheating myself
That would be dishonest


And I can't do that... (Man)
I cannot be fake


It all ends up on a back street
Things always devolve into chaos


In abandoned buildings
Empty structures left unused


Where the crack heads meet
Where addicted individuals congregate


All you hear is (coughs & sniffing)
The sounds of addiction are pervasive


And lighters flicking
Drug paraphernalia is visible


Busy smoking
Addiction is all-consuming


Baby dead
A tragic outcome


Rat poison in the kitchen
Substances that are harmful are readily available


They so high
Addiction has taken hold


Walking by thinking she sleep
Assuming someone is unconscious


Don't even put her in the crib
Disregarding basic safety


Just cover her with a sheet
Without proper care or protection


This is me in the building
This is my life story


17 with the bundles
Dealing drugs at a young age


and a gun up on me
Carrying a weapon for protection


And I shoot any n- run up on me
Willing to use violence if necessary


And for 2 years my momma looking for me
Being estranged from family


Crying running up on other kids
Desperately searching for me


Thinking it's me
Mistaking others for me


By now I ain't got no heart
Experiencing emotional numbness


N- I'm a gang member
Being part of a violent group


Suited up and ready to start
Prepared for anything that may come




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER ANTHONY JOHN MARTIN, GUY RUPERT BERRYMAN, JONATHAN MARK BUCKLAND, KASSEEM DEAN, SHANDEL GREEN, WILLIAM CHAMPION

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