How I Got Ove
By The Roots Dice Raw (2010)
On album How I Got Over (2010)
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Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
How I got over, where the people come apart
Don't nobody care about 'cha, only thing you got is God
Out here in these streets, if you get down on your luck
You can stand out, with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets, every man is for himself
They ain't helpin' no-one else, it's a hazard to your health
Livin' life in these cold streets
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout 'cha, babe?
When you wildin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (How I got over)
Someone has to care
Yo...
When you on the corners, there's too much drama
Livin' with the police right behind ya
It's always more than a slight reminder
We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me if it ain't too much bother
Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lyin', and too much fightin'
I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin'
They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin'
They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin'
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin' to live, so to live, we dyin'
You just like I am
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care
Somebody's gotta care
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere
Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own
Livin' life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find?
Are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen...
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout 'cha, babe?
When you wildin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
How I got over, where the people come apart
Don't nobody care about 'cha, only thing you got is God
Out here in these streets, if you get down on your luck
You can stand out, with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets, every man is for himself
They ain't helpin' no-one else, it's a hazard to your health
Livin' life in these cold streets
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout 'cha, babe?
When you wildin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (How I got over)
Someone has to care
Yo...
When you on the corners, there's too much drama
Livin' with the police right behind ya
It's always more than a slight reminder
We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me if it ain't too much bother
Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lyin', and too much fightin'
I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin'
They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin'
They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin'
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
Of livin' in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin' to live, so to live, we dyin'
You just like I am
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care
Somebody's gotta care
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation, we ain't tryin' to go nowhere
Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own
Livin' life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find?
Are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen...
Hey, who's worryin' 'bout 'cha, babe?
When you wildin' out, runnin' 'round in these streets
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got over)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
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