Song | I Am Your Future |
Artist | South Park Mexican |
Album | SPM: The Purity Album |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'm gonna take you back .. to 1980 | |
People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby | |
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son | |
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one | |
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by | |
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn't live to see '85 | |
But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin' strong | |
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on | |
Back in '86 .. as he grew up in the mix | |
Watchin' his mother hang around men | |
That slang the cain to make them licks | |
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy | |
Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy | |
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs | |
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs 'cuz he got a connect with killa bud | |
Little young buck seen all of that | |
Then the man had a hand on that crack | |
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black | |
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback | |
He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told | |
Always the one that would hafta hold | |
Till the man let him know when it was sold | |
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack | |
Make the drop and he'd make it back | |
Imagine that to play the mac | |
And not know how one's s'posed to act | |
[chorus] | |
When them hustlin' on them corners | |
Don't play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya | |
Real young killa gangsta rude-boy | |
Destined for death yet o'm your future | |
How can the youth be humble | |
When we live in an age of rage | |
Too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave | |
[verse 2] | |
And by the time the nineties come around .. | |
Mom's had a frown since the man went down | |
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man's left to hold his ground | |
Playin' his art stayin' in school .. | |
Nothin' short of payin' his dues | |
Mamas heart's what made him choose .. | |
Got him a start in breakin' rules | |
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks .. | |
Watchin' out when that law man looks | |
Money's put in them pocket books | |
And business good 'cuz he got them rooks | |
To make the run getting' it done .. | |
With the advantage of bein' so young | |
Nobody cared about what had begun .. | |
Then by the end of '91 | |
He was the kid in junior high … | |
Lookin' to get some new supply | |
Got him a hook up through some guy | |
Livin' like either it's do or die | |
Under the influence of the game .. | |
Already been through the love and the pain | |
Feelin's to him that one in the same .. | |
Gotta maintain or go down the drain | |
It was the life he learned to live .. | |
He's never had an alternative | |
Most forbid the things he did .. | |
But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up | |
Around the cut only exposed to what's corrupt | |
Nothin' could break a boy so rough | |
Except the touch of his mother's love | |
[chorus] | |
[verse 3] | |
Around the summer of '93 .. | |
Everyone's packin' artillery | |
Do many wantin' to be a "g" | |
Ready to make a delivery | |
Whatever it took to get in a set .. | |
Not even worried about regret | |
It's who could pose the biggest threat | |
And catch the most of all respect | |
He can't stop .. | |
He won't stop .. | |
Even though every spot is hot | |
Givin' it everything thing he's got .. | |
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught | |
Never the one to be any place | |
Long enough to catch a case | |
After all no time to waste | |
When doin' your business face to face | |
He's comin' equipped to make the lick .. | |
Not about to play the trick | |
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit | |
Mom's and dad's i'm talkin' to you .. | |
These are the things our children do | |
Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe | |
[chorus] |
I' m gonna take you back .. to 1980 | |
People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby | |
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son | |
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one | |
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by | |
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn' t live to see ' 85 | |
But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin' strong | |
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on | |
Back in ' 86 .. as he grew up in the mix | |
Watchin' his mother hang around men | |
That slang the cain to make them licks | |
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy | |
Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy | |
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs | |
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs ' cuz he got a connect with killa bud | |
Little young buck seen all of that | |
Then the man had a hand on that crack | |
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black | |
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback | |
He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told | |
Always the one that would hafta hold | |
Till the man let him know when it was sold | |
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack | |
Make the drop and he' d make it back | |
Imagine that to play the mac | |
And not know how one' s s' posed to act | |
chorus | |
When them hustlin' on them corners | |
Don' t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya | |
Real young killa gangsta rudeboy | |
Destined for death yet o' m your future | |
How can the youth be humble | |
When we live in an age of rage | |
Too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave | |
verse 2 | |
And by the time the nineties come around .. | |
Mom' s had a frown since the man went down | |
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man' s left to hold his ground | |
Playin' his art stayin' in school .. | |
Nothin' short of payin' his dues | |
Mamas heart' s what made him choose .. | |
Got him a start in breakin' rules | |
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks .. | |
Watchin' out when that law man looks | |
Money' s put in them pocket books | |
And business good ' cuz he got them rooks | |
To make the run getting' it done .. | |
With the advantage of bein' so young | |
Nobody cared about what had begun .. | |
Then by the end of ' 91 | |
He was the kid in junior high | |
Lookin' to get some new supply | |
Got him a hook up through some guy | |
Livin' like either it' s do or die | |
Under the influence of the game .. | |
Already been through the love and the pain | |
Feelin' s to him that one in the same .. | |
Gotta maintain or go down the drain | |
It was the life he learned to live .. | |
He' s never had an alternative | |
Most forbid the things he did .. | |
But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up | |
Around the cut only exposed to what' s corrupt | |
Nothin' could break a boy so rough | |
Except the touch of his mother' s love | |
chorus | |
verse 3 | |
Around the summer of ' 93 .. | |
Everyone' s packin' artillery | |
Do many wantin' to be a " g" | |
Ready to make a delivery | |
Whatever it took to get in a set .. | |
Not even worried about regret | |
It' s who could pose the biggest threat | |
And catch the most of all respect | |
He can' t stop .. | |
He won' t stop .. | |
Even though every spot is hot | |
Givin' it everything thing he' s got .. | |
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught | |
Never the one to be any place | |
Long enough to catch a case | |
After all no time to waste | |
When doin' your business face to face | |
He' s comin' equipped to make the lick .. | |
Not about to play the trick | |
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit | |
Mom' s and dad' s i' m talkin' to you .. | |
These are the things our children do | |
Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe | |
chorus |
I' m gonna take you back .. to 1980 | |
People thought she was crazy for keepin' her baby | |
Being only thirteen thinking' how she would love a son | |
Barely a child herself .. now she would mother one | |
When that had come to past some wondered how she had made it by | |
Some had bets on the side that she wouldn' t live to see ' 85 | |
But she would prove them wrong .. corrosion kickin' strong | |
And like the calm before storm so was mom when it was on | |
Back in ' 86 .. as he grew up in the mix | |
Watchin' his mother hang around men | |
That slang the cain to make them licks | |
Strugglin' year after year switchin' daddy to daddy | |
Last one had him a lincoln .. this one got him a caddy | |
Plus a house in the subs and apartments run by thugs | |
Pushin' dubs to them scrubs ' cuz he got a connect with killa bud | |
Little young buck seen all of that | |
Then the man had a hand on that crack | |
And he out there lookin' for tear that come black | |
Cuz he know that smack on a comeback | |
He was nothin' but 9 years old doin' nothin' but what he was told | |
Always the one that would hafta hold | |
Till the man let him know when it was sold | |
Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack | |
Make the drop and he' d make it back | |
Imagine that to play the mac | |
And not know how one' s s' posed to act | |
chorus | |
When them hustlin' on them corners | |
Don' t play them for weak cuz them will shoot ya | |
Real young killa gangsta rudeboy | |
Destined for death yet o' m your future | |
How can the youth be humble | |
When we live in an age of rage | |
Too young and naive to conceive that them diggin' an early grave | |
verse 2 | |
And by the time the nineties come around .. | |
Mom' s had a frown since the man went down | |
Kites fly penitentiary bound and lil' man' s left to hold his ground | |
Playin' his art stayin' in school .. | |
Nothin' short of payin' his dues | |
Mamas heart' s what made him choose .. | |
Got him a start in breakin' rules | |
Hittin' them books hangin' with crooks .. | |
Watchin' out when that law man looks | |
Money' s put in them pocket books | |
And business good ' cuz he got them rooks | |
To make the run getting' it done .. | |
With the advantage of bein' so young | |
Nobody cared about what had begun .. | |
Then by the end of ' 91 | |
He was the kid in junior high | |
Lookin' to get some new supply | |
Got him a hook up through some guy | |
Livin' like either it' s do or die | |
Under the influence of the game .. | |
Already been through the love and the pain | |
Feelin' s to him that one in the same .. | |
Gotta maintain or go down the drain | |
It was the life he learned to live .. | |
He' s never had an alternative | |
Most forbid the things he did .. | |
But what would you do if you were the kid growin' up | |
Around the cut only exposed to what' s corrupt | |
Nothin' could break a boy so rough | |
Except the touch of his mother' s love | |
chorus | |
verse 3 | |
Around the summer of ' 93 .. | |
Everyone' s packin' artillery | |
Do many wantin' to be a " g" | |
Ready to make a delivery | |
Whatever it took to get in a set .. | |
Not even worried about regret | |
It' s who could pose the biggest threat | |
And catch the most of all respect | |
He can' t stop .. | |
He won' t stop .. | |
Even though every spot is hot | |
Givin' it everything thing he' s got .. | |
Tryin' to keep from getting' caught | |
Never the one to be any place | |
Long enough to catch a case | |
After all no time to waste | |
When doin' your business face to face | |
He' s comin' equipped to make the lick .. | |
Not about to play the trick | |
Puttin' in work to make the hit and keepin' it low to stay legit | |
Mom' s and dad' s i' m talkin' to you .. | |
These are the things our children do | |
Hopin' you listen and catch the clues then maybe | |
chorus |