The Roots, Dice Raw - How I Got Over lyrics
[The Roots, Dice Raw - How I Got Over lyrics]
Ugh, uh huh ugh, uh huh
Out on the streets (yeah)
Where I grew up (Uh, huh, ugh)
First thing they teach you
Is not to give a fuck (yeah, c'mon, man)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
(Ugh, oh) someone has to care (Uh)
How I got over
Where the people come apart
Don't nobody care about you
Only thing you got is God
Out here in these streets
If you get down on your luck
You can stand out with a hand out
But nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets
Every man is for himself
They ain't helping no one else
It's a hazard to your health
Living life in these cold streets
Hey who's worrying 'bout you, babe?
When you wilding out? Running
Around in these streets?
Out on the streets, where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got o
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
How I got over someone has to care (Yo)
When you on the corner
There's too much drama
Living with the police right behind you
It's always more than a slight reminder
We living in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me, if it ain't too much bother
Whatever don't break me'll make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lying and too much frying
I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up crying
They all got a sales pitch I ain't buying
They trying to convince me
That I ain't trying
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
Of living in the hood where
The shots are fired
We dying to live so, to live, we dying
You just like I am
Out on the streets (Ugh) , where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere someone has to care
Man, somebody's gotta care
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation
We ain't tryna go nowhere
Out here in these streets
We're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough to
Realize we're on our own
Living life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find? Are we
Running out of time out here? Listen
Hey who's worrying 'bout you, babe?
When you wilding out?
Running around in these streets?
Out on the streets (Ugh) , where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere, man someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
Out on the streets (yeah)
Where I grew up (Uh, huh, ugh)
First thing they teach you
Is not to give a fuck (yeah, c'mon, man)
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
(Ugh, oh) someone has to care (Uh)
How I got over
Where the people come apart
Don't nobody care about you
Only thing you got is God
Out here in these streets
If you get down on your luck
You can stand out with a hand out
But nobody give a fuck
Out here in these streets
Every man is for himself
They ain't helping no one else
It's a hazard to your health
Living life in these cold streets
Hey who's worrying 'bout you, babe?
When you wilding out? Running
Around in these streets?
Out on the streets, where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got o
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
How I got over someone has to care (Yo)
When you on the corner
There's too much drama
Living with the police right behind you
It's always more than a slight reminder
We living in a war zone like Rwanda
Before I go back to the Heavenly Father
Pray for me, if it ain't too much bother
Whatever don't break me'll make me stronger
I feel like I can't take too much longer
It's too much lying and too much frying
I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up crying
They all got a sales pitch I ain't buying
They trying to convince me
That I ain't trying
We uninspired, we unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired
Of living in the hood where
The shots are fired
We dying to live so, to live, we dying
You just like I am
Out on the streets (Ugh) , where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere someone has to care
Man, somebody's gotta care
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation
We ain't tryna go nowhere
Out here in these streets
We're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough to
Realize we're on our own
Living life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find? Are we
Running out of time out here? Listen
Hey who's worrying 'bout you, babe?
When you wilding out?
Running around in these streets?
Out on the streets (Ugh) , where I grew up
How I got over first thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck how I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere, man someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care