The Game - You Are The Blood lyrics

You are the blood flowing through my fingers
All through the soil and up in those trees

1-9-7-9 That was the year
California would go blind
My Momma had a son, a fully automated Gun
11 pounds seven ounces Compton here we come
My first night in my crib
I heard somebody screaming
A Couple Gunshots
Then some tires screeching
My father reaching, what is he grabbing?
He rolled me over in my crib
Just to get his magnum
Is he a policeman?
That’s what I’m thinking. He can’t be that
Bcuz he do heroin and he be drinking
Shopping baby powder up on my momma mirror
Mexican chicks in my kitchen cookin
Lookin like shakira
I’m in my high chair
They naked, this is Rated R
Think I ain’t payin attention
Cuz u slide me a Gerber jar?
Then my momma walked in with an orange box
I couldn’t read what it said cuz
She leaned over and said

You are the Blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart
My mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be
The reason blood flowing
All through the soil and up in those trees

First day of kindergarten shoe
Strings for a belt
Moms worked the graveyard, too tired
So I dressed myself
Who Goes to School in
A Freddy Krueger Flannel?
Black Chuck Taylors and I never liked sandals
A Lotta birthdays but we
Ain’t never light candles
Gang of Christmas gifts
But I ain’t never seen Santa
So I waited up one year
Guess who came through my garage
My Daddy with a Toysaraus Bag
Hit the lights! Aha!
Uh uh I ain’t goin for that
I got presents I can see em!
Cuz they ain’t wrapped
From a race track to a Dre track
Don’t wear overalls no more
But a nigga stay strapped!
The Rumour round my middle school
Was that I can’t rack
There wasn’t a locker in that motherfucker
I ain’t paint black
And now I’m doin doughnuts in this maybach
Reminiscing bout detention
Teachers used to say that

You are the blood flowing through my fingers
And I could feel it in my heart
My mom’s said it from the start
That I would always be
The reason blood flowing
All through the soil and up in those trees