Letter To The Future Lyrics
| Song | Letter To The Future |
| Artist | Heavy D & the Boyz |
| Album | Peaceful Journey |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Heavy D & the Boyz, Rock | |
| Intro (spoken): | |
| People,The world today is in a very difficult situation, | |
| And we all know it, | |
| Because we're the ones who created it. | |
| Chorus:What's wrong with our future? (4x) | |
| Verse One: | |
| Bust thisHow long will this last? | |
| A friend to the end, a memory in the past | |
| You think you're big, cause you walk with a shotgun | |
| I got new for you, your days are numbered, son | |
| Why don't you get yourself a job? | |
| When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? | |
| Look at your mother, teardrops | |
| She just received a phone-call from the cops"Your son will do life, 'cause he wigged a man's wifeShot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife.", or | |
| Take a look at your mother's heart torn | |
| She just received a phone-call from the morgue"Your son is dead from three shots to the head.The killer left a note and this is what the note said:" | |
| Never be bigger than you are. | |
| Never try to pose like you're a superstar | |
| Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the death-wish. | |
| When you pull the trigger, nigga, don't miss."Is this how you wanna beDead on the street or locked in a penetentiary?It's cool to be freeAnd it's alright for you to be you and for me to be meLook at you, 15 years oldCoolin on the corner with a can of Old GoldWhatever happened to school?Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be coolTo sport sneakers that you took from somebodyTo talk about the kid that you bucked at some partyLife is a gamble, and you're losinBefore it's too late, brother, you better start choosinLeft from right, right from wrongOr you'll be singin that old blues song(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up NorthYou ain't soft, cause you didn't buck a shotPut the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya gotOld Johnny Walker from around the blockWas livin' rather large 'till he got knockedHe had " | |
| Livin' Large" on his Jeep plates" | |
| Livin' Large" on his real estateHe even bought a diamond " | |
| Livin' Large" name plateHe used to look at cops and smile in their faceDrive a BMW and pump the bassOne day, he made a move for a friendThe f-r-iend, the voice said, " | |
| Yo, I need ten.", Johnny said, " | |
| When?"Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally playsTo do a favour for a chumYou see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are noneCause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meetAll he found was a police-infested streetI guess havin a friend is roughCause now Johnny's up north, doin push-ups, gettin buffedYou see this chain I've got, I've got it, honestlyYou see the clothes I wear, I've got it, honestlyYou see the Jeep I drive, I've got it, honestlyI work hard, it ain't easy being meNever had an excuse for lifeJust did what I did, now what I do, I do it right" | |
| Jumbo, Jumbo", they cry on the block.5.0, 5.0, lay low, here comes the copsMan, your lifestyle is petroOn your knees again, because Jumbo said so" | |
| Free Mandela", you criedBut you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outsideMartin Luther King had a dream (ooh yeah)That's exactly what turned his dream into a nightmareMalcolm X said, " | |
| By any means necessary."He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybodyMaybe if we were still slaves, we'll be closer; howeverPickin cotton was bad, but we picked it togetherI pray for you, and you pray for meSincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy DRepeat chorus to end |
| zuo qu : Heavy D the Boyz, Rock | |
| Intro spoken: | |
| People, The world today is in a very difficult situation, | |
| And we all know it, | |
| Because we' re the ones who created it. | |
| Chorus: What' s wrong with our future? 4x | |
| Verse One: | |
| Bust thisHow long will this last? | |
| A friend to the end, a memory in the past | |
| You think you' re big, cause you walk with a shotgun | |
| I got new for you, your days are numbered, son | |
| Why don' t you get yourself a job? | |
| When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? | |
| Look at your mother, teardrops | |
| She just received a phonecall from the cops" Your son will do life, ' cause he wigged a man' s wifeShot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife.", or | |
| Take a look at your mother' s heart torn | |
| She just received a phonecall from the morgue" Your son is dead from three shots to the head. The killer left a note and this is what the note said:" | |
| Never be bigger than you are. | |
| Never try to pose like you' re a superstar | |
| Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the deathwish. | |
| When you pull the trigger, nigga, don' t miss." Is this how you wanna beDead on the street or locked in a penetentiary? It' s cool to be freeAnd it' s alright for you to be you and for me to be meLook at you, 15 years oldCoolin on the corner with a can of Old GoldWhatever happened to school? Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be coolTo sport sneakers that you took from somebodyTo talk about the kid that you bucked at some partyLife is a gamble, and you' re losinBefore it' s too late, brother, you better start choosinLeft from right, right from wrongOr you' ll be singin that old blues song Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you' re soft Some I knew thought the same, now they' re way up NorthYou ain' t soft, cause you didn' t buck a shotPut the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya gotOld Johnny Walker from around the blockWas livin' rather large ' till he got knockedHe had " | |
| Livin' Large" on his Jeep plates" | |
| Livin' Large" on his real estateHe even bought a diamond " | |
| Livin' Large" name plateHe used to look at cops and smile in their faceDrive a BMW and pump the bassOne day, he made a move for a friendThe friend, the voice said, " | |
| Yo, I need ten.", Johnny said, " | |
| When?" Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally playsTo do a favour for a chumYou see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are noneCause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meetAll he found was a policeinfested streetI guess havin a friend is roughCause now Johnny' s up north, doin pushups, gettin buffedYou see this chain I' ve got, I' ve got it, honestlyYou see the clothes I wear, I' ve got it, honestlyYou see the Jeep I drive, I' ve got it, honestlyI work hard, it ain' t easy being meNever had an excuse for lifeJust did what I did, now what I do, I do it right" | |
| Jumbo, Jumbo", they cry on the block. 5. 0, 5. 0, lay low, here comes the copsMan, your lifestyle is petroOn your knees again, because Jumbo said so" | |
| Free Mandela", you criedBut you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outsideMartin Luther King had a dream ooh yeah That' s exactly what turned his dream into a nightmareMalcolm X said, " | |
| By any means necessary." He didn' t mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybodyMaybe if we were still slaves, we' ll be closer howeverPickin cotton was bad, but we picked it togetherI pray for you, and you pray for meSincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy DRepeat chorus to end |
| zuò qǔ : Heavy D the Boyz, Rock | |
| Intro spoken: | |
| People, The world today is in a very difficult situation, | |
| And we all know it, | |
| Because we' re the ones who created it. | |
| Chorus: What' s wrong with our future? 4x | |
| Verse One: | |
| Bust thisHow long will this last? | |
| A friend to the end, a memory in the past | |
| You think you' re big, cause you walk with a shotgun | |
| I got new for you, your days are numbered, son | |
| Why don' t you get yourself a job? | |
| When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob? | |
| Look at your mother, teardrops | |
| She just received a phonecall from the cops" Your son will do life, ' cause he wigged a man' s wifeShot her with a gun and stabbed her with a knife.", or | |
| Take a look at your mother' s heart torn | |
| She just received a phonecall from the morgue" Your son is dead from three shots to the head. The killer left a note and this is what the note said:" | |
| Never be bigger than you are. | |
| Never try to pose like you' re a superstar | |
| Next time you rob somebody, and you give him the deathwish. | |
| When you pull the trigger, nigga, don' t miss." Is this how you wanna beDead on the street or locked in a penetentiary? It' s cool to be freeAnd it' s alright for you to be you and for me to be meLook at you, 15 years oldCoolin on the corner with a can of Old GoldWhatever happened to school? Yeah, sure you go to school, but you go to be coolTo sport sneakers that you took from somebodyTo talk about the kid that you bucked at some partyLife is a gamble, and you' re losinBefore it' s too late, brother, you better start choosinLeft from right, right from wrongOr you' ll be singin that old blues song Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you' re soft Some I knew thought the same, now they' re way up NorthYou ain' t soft, cause you didn' t buck a shotPut the pistol down, throw up your hands, see what ya gotOld Johnny Walker from around the blockWas livin' rather large ' till he got knockedHe had " | |
| Livin' Large" on his Jeep plates" | |
| Livin' Large" on his real estateHe even bought a diamond " | |
| Livin' Large" name plateHe used to look at cops and smile in their faceDrive a BMW and pump the bassOne day, he made a move for a friendThe friend, the voice said, " | |
| Yo, I need ten.", Johnny said, " | |
| When?" Later on that day, Johnny went to play the game he normally playsTo do a favour for a chumYou see, a friend is a friend, but then, some are noneCause when he got to the spot they were supposed to meetAll he found was a policeinfested streetI guess havin a friend is roughCause now Johnny' s up north, doin pushups, gettin buffedYou see this chain I' ve got, I' ve got it, honestlyYou see the clothes I wear, I' ve got it, honestlyYou see the Jeep I drive, I' ve got it, honestlyI work hard, it ain' t easy being meNever had an excuse for lifeJust did what I did, now what I do, I do it right" | |
| Jumbo, Jumbo", they cry on the block. 5. 0, 5. 0, lay low, here comes the copsMan, your lifestyle is petroOn your knees again, because Jumbo said so" | |
| Free Mandela", you criedBut you still sell dope to brothers and sisters outsideMartin Luther King had a dream ooh yeah That' s exactly what turned his dream into a nightmareMalcolm X said, " | |
| By any means necessary." He didn' t mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybodyMaybe if we were still slaves, we' ll be closer howeverPickin cotton was bad, but we picked it togetherI pray for you, and you pray for meSincerely yours, the overweight lover, Heavy DRepeat chorus to end |
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