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Back in the days when I was a young buck
Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn`t have a plan I was barely on the edge of my life as a man It`s really fucked up when there`s dope in the crib No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids That`s why a young nigga learned how to steal,see Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and Life was unfair but who the fuck cares? I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me That you don`t get shit in this life for free And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop Not everybody can relate to what I been through Even though some front and they try to pretend to Know about the life of a kid and the strife Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse And pretty soon he`s stealin from his own Momma`s purse So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn I tried to get full off a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn That`s all the fuck that we had in the kitchen A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set I`m growin up but I ain`t grown yet It`s funny how the strain in a life filled with pain Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain I`m sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle Pickin up scraps like a seagull Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip So I can put it in my pocket Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork And it ain`t no motherfuckin way no how When it come up I let you bring me down So I stick to the boots and I`m down with a MAAD group Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em `scroops` Give me liberty or give me death Cos a man without pride ain`t got shit left,huh And now that I`m older with kids of my own I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone Get`cha self together,word is born Cos a man can`t live on a can-o-corn
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