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The Game - Superman - You Are the Blood
Superman
01. Black Jesus
02. You Are the Blood
03. NY Shining
04. Cold Blood
05. Thats the Way It Goes
06. Burn (remix)
07. I Don’t Like (Freestyle)
08. Pop That (Freestyle)
09. Folded Hands
10. Stadium Music
11. Amen (Freestyle)
12. Street Riders
You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees
Red, red

One-nine, seven-nine
That was the year California would go blind
My mama had a son, a fully automatic gun
Eleven pounds, seven ounces, Compton, here we come
My first night in my crib, I heard somebody screaming
A couple gunshots, then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me over in my crib just to get his Magnum
Is he a policeman? That's what I'm thinking
He can't be that because he do heroin and he be drinking
Chopping baby powder up on my mama's mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cooking, look like Shakira
I'm in my high chair, they naked, this is rated R
Think I ain't paying attention cause you slide me a Gerber jar?
Then my mama walked in with an orange box
I couldn't read what it said cause she leaned over and said

You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I can feel it in my heart, my mom said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing
All through the soil and up in those trees

First day of kindergarten, shoestrings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired so I dress myself
Who goes to school in a Freddy Krueger flannel?
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A lot of birthdays, but we ain't never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts, but I ain't never seen Santa
So I waited up one year, guess who came through my garage?
My daddy with a Toys R Us bag, hit the lights, aha
Uh-uh, I ain't going for that
I got presents, I can see 'em 'cause they ain't wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don't wear overalls no more, but a nigga stay strapped
The rumor 'round my middle school was that I can't rap
It wasn't a locker in that motherfucker I ain't paint black
And now I'm doing donuts in this Maybach
Reminiscing 'bout detention, teachers used to say that

You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I can feel it in my heart, my mom said it from the start
That I would always be the reason blood flowing
All through the soil and up in those trees