some people was born in heaven With
a silver spoon in they mouth And
had everything taken to them On
a silver platter And
never had to work hard for nothing Then
there are some people Who
was born in the opposite world of, those Was
born heaven which, is called hell And
had to work hard for everything they got And
never had nothing taken to them And
never will [Verse
One] I'm
only at the age of ten And
life already seems to me Like
was heading to a dead end Cause
my mom was smoking mad crack My
pops went out for a fast snack And
never brought his ass back Nobody
knows how I feel It's
quite I'll that I have to steal To
fill my stomach with a nice meal Too
ashamed to walk the streets Wearing
the same cheap sneaks And
dirty outfit for weeks Even
my holidays got damaged Cause
on christmas I aksed Santa For
a father and a hot sandwich I
just can't take it And
everyday I aks myself How
will I make it (Chorus)?
It
seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a child And
how will I make it I?
won't that's, how I
walk around with a frown I got no reason to smile And
how will I make it I?
won't that's, how Aiyo
times is rough I had to grow up foul And
how will I make it I?
won't that's, how I
always knew that I'll end up doing time on a L And
how will I make it I?
won't that's, how [Verse
Two] Five
years past by now, I'm on the age of fifteen No
more fun and games it's, time to get cream Cause
I'm about to burst my, life was cursed I
went to church prayed everyday But
everything still got worse Soon
I ran in to a couple of guns Started
stalking the streets late Robbing
suckers for funds Now
everyday I creep with the heat Ain't
nothing sweet I
rob for me if, I don't steal I don't eat Then
I lost control and started going too far Robbed
this brother named Umar And
got snatched by the blue car Where
I grew up it was a living hell Then
I started to realise I'm
better off in a prison cell Now
I can sleep now, I can eat Can't
hit skinz but I wasn't hitting skinz While
I was in the streets Aiyo
I just can't take it And
everyday I aks myself How
will I make it (Chorus)?
[Verse
Three] Doing
time was full of stress G All
the fightings and stabbings And
men finding men sexy One
tried to test me didn't find it humerous Beat
him with a pillowcase skilled with cans of tuna fish My
time came to a cease I'm
back on the streets again I
hope I won't get snatched by the beast again But
it's getting crazy hectic Cause
I'm broke and up naked In
cagitive jar cause of my jail record Before
you know I was robbing them Saint Ducks Even
started robbing homeless folks for their change cups My
whole life was deserted Either
I'ma go back to jail or get murdered But
do I deserve it All
I try to do was live the one life that I got But
it seems that I can't get a fair shot I
just can't take it And
everyday I aks myself How
will I make it (Chorus)?
Word
up man it's real rough out here man In
the ghetto all that remains for us is Wait
for a better tomorrow But
it gets no better it's only getting worse Word
up
send* corrections to the typist Aiyo some people was born in heaven With a silver spoon in they mouth And had everything taken to them On a silver platter And never had to work hard for nothing Then there are some people Who was born in the opposite world of, those Was born heaven which, is called hell And had to work hard for everything they got And never had nothing taken to them And never will [Verse One] I'm only at the age of ten And life already seems to me Like was heading to a dead end Cause my mom was smoking mad crack My pops went out for a fast snack And never brought his ass back Nobody knows how I feel It's quite I'll that I have to steal To fill my stomach with a nice meal Too ashamed to walk the streets Wearing the same cheap sneaks And dirty outfit for weeks Even my holidays got damaged Cause on christmas I aksed Santa For a father and a hot sandwich I just can't take it And everyday I aks myself How will I make it (Chorus)? It seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a child And how will I make it I? won't that's, how I walk around with a frown I got no reason to smile And how will I make it I? won't that's, how Aiyo times is rough I had to grow up foul And how will I make it I? won't that's, how I always knew that I'll end up doing time on a L And how will I make it I? won't that's, how [Verse Two] Five years past by now, I'm on the age of fifteen No more fun and games it's, time to get cream Cause I'm about to burst my, life was cursed I went to church prayed everyday But everything still got worse Soon I ran in to a couple of guns Started stalking the streets late Robbing suckers for funds Now everyday I creep with the heat Ain't nothing sweet I rob for me if, I don't steal I don't eat Then I lost control and started going too far Robbed this brother named Umar And got snatched by the blue car Where I grew up it was a living hell Then I started to realise I'm better off in a prison cell Now I can sleep now, I can eat Can't hit skinz but I wasn't hitting skinz While I was in the streets Aiyo I just can't take it And everyday I aks myself How will I make it (Chorus)? [Verse Three] Doing time was full of stress G All the fightings and stabbings And men finding men sexy One tried to test me didn't find it humerous Beat him with a pillowcase skilled with cans of tuna fish My time came to a cease I'm back on the streets again I hope I won't get snatched by the beast again But it's getting crazy hectic Cause I'm broke and up naked In cagitive jar cause of my jail record Before you know I was robbing them Saint Ducks Even started robbing homeless folks for their change cups My whole life was deserted Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered But do I deserve it All I try to do was live the one life that I got But it seems that I can't get a fair shot I just can't take it And everyday I aks myself How will I make it (Chorus)? Word up man it's real rough out here man In the ghetto all that remains for us is Wait for a better tomorrow But it gets no better it's only getting worse Word up Explain Request ×
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