E-40, D.D. Artis - Happy to Be Here lyrics

Hard times, the struggle
The ups and downs, the highs and the lows
You know just goin through it man
Ghetto politics
Tryin to make a way out of no way
I was the oldest, so I had to be
The daddy of the family
Momma had to work three jobs, oooh
Feet stickin through my shoes
Skid marks in my drawers
Garage sales and flea markets
We never shopped at malls no dental plan
No medikit - we poor like rain
Colored folks think that castor
Oil cures everythang pork chops and chicken
We like our food fried
Hypertension, Prinivil pills
And hydro-chlorizide
Some of my family still living
Some of my folks done died
Health complications
Natural causes and homicide
Just tryin to survive
Nothin to lose but plenty to gain
Started hustlin
Flea flickin and servin that candy cane
Put all my cars in my lady name
As a true hustler should she had a 9 to 5
Worked at Planned Parenthood
While I was in the hood, up to no good
With a hoodie over my head
Tryin to outslick the feds
Or should I say cops
At this point in time I only had rocks
Went from a little jelly jar up to a soup pot
The fast quarter my negro
Don't want the slow nickel
I done seen yola the same
Color as peanut brittle
I done seen hella people relapse
I done seen my homey grandparents
Go back to crack
How sick is dat? Beggin my loved
Ones to send some pictures
Pray for me over the phone
And read me some scriptures
Oooh it's gloomy out here, dark days ahead
God got my back but the devil he want my head

I'm just happy to be here right now
Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down
See I ain't sayin I ain't shed no tears, no
But, I'm just happy to be here

Listen to this, oooooh
The devil-me side know that some
Of y'all done seen it
Somebody's momma washin her son or her
Daughter's bloodstain off the cement
Wrong place at the wrong time
Infiltrators drop a dime
Mistaken identity, bullets start flyin
In every direction, hit a pregnant teen
She passed
But her baby live through a C-section
I know it sound foul and sound hecka rude
It ain't cool but it go down like that
Sometime when you're funkin
And you're puttin down a move
We heartless and shrewd in this day and age
It ain't the same
Our parents need to beat us with a belt
Like Poody Tang i be high like an airplane
I be smokin and perkin
Takin out anger and stress
On the wrong person
Re-uppin and coppin turf an' then
Servin the soil block
Grittin tryin to put some gifts
In my kid's Christmas stock'
O-o-o oh - pour out some
Liquor and shed a tear
For the homies that never made it
And family that ain't here

I'm just happy to be here right now
Lot of my folks been locked up or laid down
See I ain't sayin I ain't shed no tears, no
But, I'm just happy to be here so happy
(You know I'm happy to be here)
You know I'm happy to be
(Said I'm so happy to be
Here yeah) said I'm happy
So happy just to be here
(To beeeeeee) , to beeeeeee
(To beeeeeee) , to beeeeeee
(To beeeeeee) , to beeeeeee (I'm so happy)
(Oh, I'm so happy)
I'm so happy to be (to beeeeeeee heeeeeeeee)
To beeeeeeee heeeeeeeee (to be here)