Тональность: F# minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Em
young,
I wanted to be manned up the house, have a car, get to
Vanessa
Williams,
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ask my spouse, a dog in the yard,
to protect the premises, fuck good times, don't talk
D
about somewhere that cost me shit.
Em
Go bedroom, home white, trample green.
I be a doctor, regular
American dream.
D
Em
I go to col lege,
obtain some knowledge and a degree.
I go to
Stanford,
CSUS and maybe
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UCB.
Em
Could go to law school,
try to pass the bar.
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I could be a fireman, maybe a movie star.
Em
Could play hoops and be the next
Mike
J.
Getting paid for a game I like
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to play anyway, man.
which will I choose?
Pursuing my dreams and I'm
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willing to pay dues.
Em
Gotta take care of momma,
I'ma buy her a house too
Look out for my sister, the first thing
no more apartments full of roaches
We'll have the best of everything,
at least that's what I'm hopin'
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Em
So in the innocence of youth, I stand strong
As my future unfolds, I keep holdin' on
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Hold on, never let them
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see the shit and tears
Em
on the inside of the dead for years
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Em
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Hold on, momma, all my love's for you
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So much drama in the world,
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what's the thug to do?
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But hold on,
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never let them see the shit and tears
Em
on the inside I could die for years
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Em
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Hold on, mama, all my love's for you
G
So much drama and the world
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Hold on
It's gettin', it's gettin' kinda hectic
Cause life is in the dough,
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ain't quite what I expected
mouths to feed
Everybody ask for what they want,
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instead of what they need
Em
I thought it would be easy,
I was mistaken
Thought my folks would have my back,
Em
I went to the pen instead of college
Tryna have more than a
dollar in my wallet
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Em
Fucked around and got a girl pregnant
My baby won't be neglected
the way my daddy did me
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Em
All of my dreams turn to nightmares
And if I tell you about it, maybe you might care
I got a
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Mexican girl pregnant,
but she got abortion
Said I wasn't disciplined,
didn't have caution
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Didn't want her only
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child to be fatherless
She told me I would be dead
before next autumn hits
I disagree,
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Em
but maybe she's right in a sense
Cause I'm a
G until the day they put me in a crypt
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Em
No bullshit, whore liv
in' got me on one
Until the day I
D .I .E.,
I'ma be holdin' on
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Em
Standin' strong, hold on
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Never let him see the shit, the tears
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Soul's gone, on the inside of me
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Dead for years, hold on
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Mama, all my love's for you
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So much drama in the world
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What's a thug to do?
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Em
But hold on
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Never let him see the shit, the tears
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B
Soul's gone, on the inside of me
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Em
Dead for years, hold on
C
Mama, all my love's for you
G
So much drama in the world
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A
What's a thug to do?
Em
Holidays come and go kinda quick
I got a call from my sister,
it's my birthday again
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Em
I barely no ticed,
dude's father lied for murder on
Thanksgiving
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They fed us potato tots and hamburgers
but it's too hard to be layin' in it
Fightin' the drama,
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but for some reason I'm stayin' in it
can your son get a visit?
I'm feelin' a little depressed,
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can you tell me what is it?
Em
What you suggest? I'm stretched
out beyond belief
So much weight on my chest,
daily I'm missin' the streets
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Em
Got me stretched out like a
pregnant lady's belly
X -rayed it, it stagnated
and it's drivin' me crazy
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Em
I created this situation,
I know that's the truth
No father figures in the ghetto,
but that ain't no excuse
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Mama, excuse me, be happy, please
Feel like my soul's gone
Pray for your only son
Need to be strong
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And hold on
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Never let him see the shit tears
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Soul's gone
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On the inside, if it did, it gives
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Hold on
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Mama, all my love's for you
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So much drama in the world,
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what's the thug to do?
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But hold on
Em
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No father figures in the ghetto,
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but that ain't no excuse
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Mama, excuse me, be happy, please
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So for drama and a run,
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love be strong, but hold
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Stretched out like a pregnant lady's belly
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X -rayed it, it stagnated and
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it's driving me crazy
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Em
I created this situation,
I know that's the truth
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G
Don't bother niggas in the ghetto,
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but that ain't no excuse
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Em
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Mama, excuse my behavior, please,
look like my soul's gone
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Pray for your only son,
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it's to be strong and hold on
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