all along." We've been drowning, and we've been doubting; I think it's time for a change... We're building a home, but it's not made of stone; a place
to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started to
I lost a couple friends But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again I admit, I was wild as a child And my mom's aint like none of
got a hold on me and I'm a chase that feeling It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I And I'm a chase that feeling Take that pain and
stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
this? And who can see it.. plain as day Look how it falls down Falls down upon everybody! This is it [lateef] Looking, over a city, that's gritty, and
say, don't affect me, no way, I go on day to day And continue to make money, make music, make movies You can never take this from me I can't lose I been in this
survive, one day he must Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country
me a day and it's gone, a brick of yay and it?s on You have never known, me to run less I?m gunnin' at niggaz domes And runnin' 'em out the own territory
somebody Its like a weekend ritual Trapsum in the club then get home get physical Bring that back lets come wid dis Re remixxx a' lil sumtin like U noe wa a a
this world No money and two girls of course The sad reality of a black girl lost and singing (AWW MY LITTLE GIRL) Age twelve she think she's a grown
, so many ghetto tears my people cry life is hard and I see that every day, just so many ghetto tears in the ghetto) age 11 looking out of a ghetto building mom and
day, my mama gave birth To a baby boy, trapped in hell on earth From day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't stop
, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C 1 2 3, A B C, 1 2 3, A B C
and me, Cause the music left with you And now I'm alone on the balcony With no more songs to sing, Only this last serenade And you know I sing it for you (Come home
pain can hold, and still I have a smile In a world decayed we walk against the fall Watching as the past burns down, and future builds a future bold
