The Game - Just Beginning (Where I'm From) lyrics
[The Game - Just Beginning Where I'm From lyrics]
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be
For my people to come out
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh
I was, born in the slums
Struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision
Blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
Darker complexion
Made it hard to live; dad
How you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life
Left us out to die
Left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years
Went to war with niggaz from what
I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up
And be just like you
From what you did to my
Sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade
Look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches
Runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona
How I earn my digit's
And I'm far from finished
Gamin 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife
When mines just beginnin
Huh
Only son by our mother, no brothers
Only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one
Let me explain
Eight years before the game
Everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain
Would never see good times a-gayn
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father
That have the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe
He pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin over in his coffin
I'm left with often
Thoughts of how could you
Molest your daughter
They say that's ten times
Worse than manslaughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call
So instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound
Six-five coward
Woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower
Scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda
Been scared of God
Motherfucker
Man, how long is it gon' be
For my people to come out
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh
I was, born in the slums
Struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision
Blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
Darker complexion
Made it hard to live; dad
How you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life
Left us out to die
Left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years
Went to war with niggaz from what
I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up
And be just like you
From what you did to my
Sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade
Look at me just like you
Gunnin for riches
Runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona
How I earn my digit's
And I'm far from finished
Gamin 'til my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterlife
When mines just beginnin
Huh
Only son by our mother, no brothers
Only sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one
Let me explain
Eight years before the game
Everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my family slain
Would never see good times a-gayn
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father
That have the same name as his father
My grandfather wouldn't believe
He pulled up our family tree
I can see him rollin over in his coffin
I'm left with often
Thoughts of how could you
Molest your daughter
They say that's ten times
Worse than manslaughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my call
So instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound
Six-five coward
Woulda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower
Scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shoulda
Been scared of God
Motherfucker