Lyrics:
nobody been around here lovin' on me
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with
paths
There’s a hell in hello and a good in goodbye
We ́re feeling so low and we’re missing our highs
We gotta move on, get on with our lives
There’s
thuggin
Turned out by the streets
We third world livin in my city
Our children turned killers
Got the eyes of a murderer
And they couldn't be littlier
Young
each time I pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in the state pen
Counting pennies over the years I'd done
hating, tell them bitches to pipe down
She might not be Ms. right but I know she ms. right now
Summer days just sitting around with somebody who down
Ain’t
Where's the love for which we pray?
What's going on
when our children can't play,
homeless can't eat?
There's gotta be a better way
What's going on
when we
Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em
a ghetto world
In the ghetto (In the ghetto)
It's a struggle but I gotta maintain
Welcome to the ghetto where
Forever be the same
Hard times got my people
of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in
and the pain
You gotta keep your sense of humor
You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
(Mmh)
Mh, yeah
Mh, keep ya head up, yeah
show you so
Which way is better, which way you got to go
To make a fun house party or naughty
You gotta check this out, yo, la-da-di
There's a party
talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em
be judged for my mistakes
Them falsely held up, give em props, loved and praised
I guess I gotta get this on the page
Feeling sick and helpless, lost
the truth than be judged for my mistakes
Them falsely held up, give em props, loved and praised
I guess I gotta get this on the page
Feeling sick
girls
To make it drop
I'm so annoyed at my spirit
Somebody make it stop but in the meantime
I guess I gotta pray to God
The anger's burnin' frustrated
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the foolishness bringing early death
Life the Biggest troll known to man but we just gotta live
Cause any given second or minute could be an early end
Started
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see
I'm
and you will see
There is so much more that we could be
We weren't meant to sit inside
And wait watching with the world passing by
We don't wanna live that
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