[00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Diggs
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Robert Diggs
[00:11.81]Life is what you make it
[00:15.39]My darling, my dear
[00:18.15]Try to make it
[00:21.97]If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t
[00:25.16]Please forgive me if I don't
[00:27.28]Should, some should be
[00:28.66]I come from the strangest streets
[00:30.80]I come from the place where love and danger meets
[00:33.66]A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids
[00:36.71]Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids
[00:39.28]We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
[00:42.06]We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
[00:45.00]Even garbageman make more than mom
[00:47.68]They make more than teachers, next door the preachers
[00:50.64]They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen
[00:53.55]****** drunk and pissing on the side of the building
[00:56.26]Can’t provide for children, someone stop the squealing
[00:59.01]Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing
[01:01.80]Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
[01:04.53]One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
[01:07.76]My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son
[01:10.48]You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son"
[01:13.36]But what could she tell son?
[01:14.75]That money excel, son
[01:16.22]Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son
[01:18.97]Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son
[01:21.88]Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
[01:24.96]A hard head makes a soft tail, son
[01:27.83]And my little brother on that same trail, son
[01:30.71]Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
[01:33.27]And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
[01:36.36]As we do foolish things we see the others do
[01:39.27]I try to do the same things my big brother do
[01:42.02]Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
[01:44.76]And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
[01:47.53]As we do foolish things we see the others do
[01:50.42]I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
[01:53.06]Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop
[01:55.84]Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
[01:58.57]We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats
[02:01.38]Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
[02:04.22]Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat
[02:07.23]Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
[02:10.04]To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams
[02:13.03]Reap the twenty dollar bills
[02:14.35]Passed through a thousand hands
[02:15.93]Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
[02:18.51]Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men
[02:21.16]Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in
[02:24.11]Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the **** up again
[02:26.88]Another mama's son stuck in the ******* pen
[02:29.78]To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling
[02:32.57]Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in
[02:35.47]Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling
[02:38.33]Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
[02:40.99]And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
[02:43.84]As we do foolish things we see the others do
[02:46.84]I try to do the same things my big brother do
[02:49.78]Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle
[02:52.58]And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
[02:55.37]As we do foolish things we see the others do
[02:58.25]I try to do the same things I saw my brother do
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