Survivin N Poverty by Lil Ramsey Lyrics
This for all those people who can't understand why there's so many murders, so many homicides, so manny kidnappings, and so so many armed robberies
That's because they never had to survive in poverty
Survivin n poverty being pushed to a life of crime
Wasn't no food on the table
So then you knew it was hard times
My father's locked up somewhere
And my mother's strung out on dope
These white folks they claim to know
But I see they don't hear me though
You're pushed to a lifestyle of robbin' and swangin' paint
Ya gotta get cheese because ya dreamin' bout having thangs
You and ya rolla's ya work true to a life of crime
Coming up in these city streets
You a victim of hard times
No love lost no pity
Cause ain't nobody gon' give you shit
Ya gotta get there
Go put a charge to a silly bitch(fuck you)
Don't be afraid to die
In my eyes I'm already dead
Watchin' mothers strung out on dope
And babies that ain't get fed
It's a pity
A shame
To watch our black race go out like this
No love and no caring
It's only 9's and pistol grip
They say slavery's over
But see I knew slavery wasn't dead
It's not the white folk
But in the projects it's crack instead
But still I'ma maintain
I'm bout it and stayin' real
I'm sorry I break the law
I'm sorry that I kill
I've been cursed since my birth
So ain't no need to play ya games
I've witnessed a murder
And yes them killas' they know my name
As a youngsta I recognized
That game is the perfect key
For growing up fast and trying to do for my family
When full of that chronic
I have visions and pleasant dreams
Of taking care of my mother
And buying her a house with a ?
Much love to my father
The truest playa' i've ever known
Rest in peace to my mother
I know you'll greet me when I come home
So please forgive us for all the families left broken hearted
A nigga just trapped and tryin' our best to survive n poverty
That's because they never had to survive in poverty
Survivin n poverty being pushed to a life of crime
Wasn't no food on the table
So then you knew it was hard times
My father's locked up somewhere
And my mother's strung out on dope
These white folks they claim to know
But I see they don't hear me though
You're pushed to a lifestyle of robbin' and swangin' paint
Ya gotta get cheese because ya dreamin' bout having thangs
You and ya rolla's ya work true to a life of crime
Coming up in these city streets
You a victim of hard times
No love lost no pity
Cause ain't nobody gon' give you shit
Ya gotta get there
Go put a charge to a silly bitch(fuck you)
Don't be afraid to die
In my eyes I'm already dead
Watchin' mothers strung out on dope
And babies that ain't get fed
It's a pity
A shame
To watch our black race go out like this
No love and no caring
It's only 9's and pistol grip
They say slavery's over
But see I knew slavery wasn't dead
It's not the white folk
But in the projects it's crack instead
But still I'ma maintain
I'm bout it and stayin' real
I'm sorry I break the law
I'm sorry that I kill
I've been cursed since my birth
So ain't no need to play ya games
I've witnessed a murder
And yes them killas' they know my name
As a youngsta I recognized
That game is the perfect key
For growing up fast and trying to do for my family
When full of that chronic
I have visions and pleasant dreams
Of taking care of my mother
And buying her a house with a ?
Much love to my father
The truest playa' i've ever known
Rest in peace to my mother
I know you'll greet me when I come home
So please forgive us for all the families left broken hearted
A nigga just trapped and tryin' our best to survive n poverty