Who Holds His Own — текст песни (McGruff)

Verse 1:
I was born a poor black kid, Pops doin` a bid
ran down tenement, barely no food in the fridge
My Moms dukes had to raise my on her own
all alone, never had a Father home
I remember clear as day seein` my Mother pray
hopin` I don`t be like my Pops and go the other way
but you get tired of your pockets bein` empty
gear skimpy, yo the peer pressure tempt me
at Thirteen had to get my by all means
sellin` to fiends, Pops up State raisin` Hell in the Greens
fuck that, I`m`a hustle, I can`t see my Momma struggle
in these Harlem streets drama loves you.

Chorus - Some niggas may have, some niggas may not have, but God bless
the child who holds his own, who holds his own.

Verse 2:
Never was a stray A student
always played hookie, gettin` buddhad
dropped out of High school, the streets raised me
runnin` `round holdin` heat crazy
My Pops played me, left when I was a Baby
perhaps he hate me, why the Mothafucka make me?
why the Hell is life like this? Trife like this?
sometimes I wanna slice my wrist
found out I had a gift and thought twice `bout shit
now I`m changin`, whole like re-arrangin`
left the crack game`n for the rap game`n
ain`t exactly where I wanna be but I ain`t complainin`
maintainin`, focus on my money and my fame`n
entertainin`, risin` to the top since I came in
blazin`, and I ain`t goin` nowhere yo I`m remainin`

Chorus

Verse 3:
Man, I miss them niggas who got clapped for tryin` to get them figures
everybody leavin`
they say thugs go to Hell when we stop breathin`, and I believe `em
and I ain`t tryin` to be there, I got mouths to feed
love my seeds, look just like me
dress like me, gotta be the best like me
raise `em up right so they won`t be stressed like me
gotta be there for them, not no Penetentiary
think back, sippin` Remy, maybe Henessey
nigga ballin` now, gotta say one love to Heavy-D

Chorus 2X