Rhymefest, Mary J. Blige, Ghostface Killah - All I've Got Is You lyrics

Somebody up and said "'Fest if I was you
I'd be more bitter"
I looked and said, "If I thought like you
I'd be more nigga" more hater
More angry black man on an elevator
More cryin, less paper
That's when they come and take ya
Put you under the radar
Push your record to later
Say "It could've been greater", now
You a fuckin waiter, wait up!
This is hustle time, revolution muscle mind
Over matter but matter of fact
Who can fuck with mine?
I was spitting these bars before I had a dime
Phoney broads sayin they love me
Deals that were signed comin home
Shorties getting killed all the time
On the block over a crumb of a crumb
In their prime i'm, prime time, life, crime
Sex, drugs, the Lord of War, slugs, nines
Diamond mines, blood lines
Niggas say they got no love but we love dimes

Dwellin in the past
Flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought I'd have a baby
Girl and three sons?
I'm going through this difficult stage
I find it hard to believe
Why my old earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman
And due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really
Worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more
We used to play ball eggs after school
Eat grit's cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel
Fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each other's pants to
School wasn't easy we survived winters
Snotty nose with no coats
We kept it real but the
Older brothers still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nothin but mommy
Neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough
She just went down check it
Fifteen of us in a three-bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere
Cousins and aunts was there
Four on the bed, two at the foot
Two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon
He peed the bed seven o'clock
Pluckin roaches out the cereal box
We shared the same spoon
Watchin Saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing
Every meal was no thrill in the summer
Free lunch held us down like steel
And there were days I had to go
To Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some
Food? I'm dead broke" so embarrassin
I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin
I spent stamps at stores
Mommy, where's the toilet
Paper? Usually newspaper
Look, Ms rose gave us a
Couch She's the neighbor things was deep
My whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy
It killed me but I remember this
Moms would lick her finger tips
To wipe the coal out my eye
Before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back
To face the face i caught a case
Housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the
Stars and analyse the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here? why?

Huh, I hear ya Ghost
It's hard growin up black
But look to God and say