Promised Land (Explicit)-The Game

Sometimes I wonder Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion Made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries Ni**a no father figures make harder niggaz Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you Moms said I would grow up and be just like you From what you did to my sister she disliked you Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits And I'm far from finished, gamin 'til my coffee diminish Why pray for the afterlife when mines just beginnin, huh Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one Every time I kissed one I missed one, let me explain Eight years before the game, everything came with pain Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times a-gayn Cursed with pain by a ni**a with no shame My father, that have the same name as his father My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree I can see him rollin over in his coffin I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter Man you oughta, be dead in a grave But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward Woulda been dead in an hour Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherf**ker All my niggaz listen, huh I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all Though I made it dog I still stress for y'all Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far Pray to God my niggaz see through all the checks and the cars I'm tryin to invest in what's ours, gimme a couple of years dog I'll turn your tears stress and your scars Into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard I'm tryin to watch my kids wrestlin yours Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all I know sometimes it get hard Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars Havin a child is like a blessing from God You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in that bar I feel your pain, this sh*t is rippin my heart But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme I know what you're feelin, I'm wripin ya tears ma, it could happen in time For now I take your tear strife sufferin, imagine it mine, huh