I Come from the Slums LONG LIVE DOLLA [Hook:] I was raised in the city where we rise from the dirt Mama pray so much that her knees start to hurt Every other week another brother got murket It's so hard to hold your head, and keep the lord first I come from the slums... I come from the slums... I come from the slums... I come from the slums... [Verse 1:] Ain't nothin but lost souls, trash and pot holes Unsupervised kids run around with the snot nose Nothin but gun stores, McDonalds and liquor stores Destoryin ourselves they control how we thinkin bro As far as the preachin go, we in the same book We nailed to the same god read the same book They put drugs in our community we take the blame for it Then they throw us into prison thats a form of extortion Don't believe in abortion but I do contemplate If my mama never had me I'd be in a better place I'm still waiting for the day they say change gone come But I live my life rightuss so we shall overcome That kingdom come, prepare for the worse The only thing you know when you coming through the dirt We grind from the bottom we ain't never givin up When you comin from the ground all you can do is go up [Hook:] I was raised in the city where we rise from the dirt Mama pray so much that her knees start to hurt Every other week another brother got murket It's so hard to hold your head, and keep the lord first I come from the slums... I come from the slums... I come from the slums... I come from the slums... [Verse 2:] All we know is the struggle, and the everyday beat down Lost a close homie thats ok he at peace now Through all that we smile and still find a way Twist blunts with pot, close our eyes to get away Reminiscing on the days we was young dumb and innocent Now I beef with niggas I was back with and chilling with That allmighty dolla turn your mama against ya To me it's green paper with a white man's picture I read that scripture not rapper shall prosper My bodys a temple and I don't need no doctor I heart through the gospel that life is a journey Why all my niggas leave streched on a gurney Life so short, but death is eternity If ain't it about to change that it ain't concerning me I wanna raise children in black communities But first we need unity, it starts with you and me |