Sometimes I wonder Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come up Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes But tomorrow's better than yesterday I was born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun No navigation, no sense of direction Darker complexion made it hard to live Dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life Left us out to die, left us out to dry Shh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga No father figures make harder niggaz Through the years, went to war with niggaz From what I saw in the picture Now your son is bigger, thirteen, looks just like you Mom said I would grow up and be just like you From what you did to my sister, she disliked you Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me, just like you Gunnin' for riches, runnin', hoppin' project fences Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits And I'm far from finished, gamin' till my coffee diminish Why pray for the after life when mines just beginnin', huh Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one Every time I kissed one, I missed one, let me explain Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times again Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame My father bear the same name as his father My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree I can see him rollin' over in his coffin' I'm left with often thoughts of how could you molest your daughter They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter Man, you oughta be dead in a grave But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward Woulda been dead in an hour Heard you were scared to take a shower, scared of the yard Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker © SONGS OF KOCH; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com