This is like, like all of New York City is singing to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said we all God's children, products of the ghetto
Mama cooked the soup, daddy did the yellin'
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
And when he got pinched, he told them he wasn't tellin'
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
'Cause every job he had they be payin' him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement, I was listenin' to the hook
Change gon' come, spirit of Sam Cooke
And when the feds comin', everybody be shook
Now we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, I was singing into the coffin
Roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
I'm tryna hit the top, bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah
I tell it like it is, how we ever gon' live?
If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?
It's a revolving door when brothers be doin' bids
I know it sound wrong, but the dope will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl's the illest, uh
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-jeebies
Life seems hard, but nothin' ever comes easy
Whatever's in the dark will always become the light
If you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the booth
The streets be flyin' birds, but they don't be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin' a tooth
Told the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in Juice
Roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (you gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (this is a king)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh, yeah, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, uh)
Enough
Ali, upstairs, now
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