Wu-Tang Clan, RZA - Do The Same As My Brother Do lyrics

Life is what you make it my darling, my dear
Try to make it

If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t
Please forgive me if I don't
Should, some should be
I come from the strangest streets
I come from the place where
Love and danger meets
A house full of noisy kids
Boys avoiding bids unemployed, on skid row
We had no toys for kids
We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run
We would bang on drums made from garbage cans
Even garbageman make more than mom
They make more than teachers
Next door the preachers
They were sure they would reach
Us but we'd never listen
Niggas drunk and pissing on the
Side of the building
Can’t provide for children
Someone stop the squealing
Turned to drugs for healing
Thug sneaking and killing
Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars
We dreaming one day we could own one
Right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns
My mother would yell, "Son
You'll end up in jail, son
Or dead or in Hell, son"
But what could she tell son?
That money excel, son
Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail
Son
Making collect calls, expecting that mail
Son doing pushups in a six by four cell, son
A hard head makes a soft tail, son
And my little brother on that same trail, son

Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle
We get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things
I saw my brother do

Loaded guns in the shoebox
Fingerprints on the ooh-wop
Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops
We slung on the block and watch
Out for the blue coats
Ses blunts we pas after two tokes
Starving for a G note back
And forth on the ferry boat
Coming up from poverty, we were very broke
To twenty-eight grams
Expand to a thousand grams
Reap the twenty dollar bills passed
Through a thousand hands
Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling
Never went to clubs with less
Than a dozen men
Recruiting young gunners and runners
Let my cousin in spot gets knocked
My brother locked the fuck up again
Another mama's son stuck in the fucking pen
To disperse, no one to trust
Back to struggling
Now I'm on the streets trying
To get my hustle in
Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling

Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things my big brother do
Life's a struggle
We get trapped in this puzzle
And we ignore the ones who truly loves you
As we do foolish things we see the others do
I try to do the same things
I saw my brother do