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I know it's difficult, but You know, the odds really are in our favor, man Things just ain't the same for gangsters The whole world 's changed, everybody's a stranger These young dude's running around, saying they bangers Quit the law bangers, the click and bang yah And I done seen too many teens chasing their dreams End up blood streaming, contaminated and feening And now they leaning on words that he said Or She said, we said, look at him, he dead See, we ain't ever know Martin Luther the King Most of us probably couldn't tell you much about his dream We like Malcom X, cause Spike made a movie With his arms strapped up with the AK's and uzzy's So excuse me, You tryna connect to, a whole generation that's raised by gangsters Who probably never knew pops, had 2Pac An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64 And Snoop Dogg taught us how to roll a sticky drow So if they wanna reach us with Jesus They gotta do better than some screaming preachers Cause homie, we don't believe ya, we've seen grandmas, Raw bodies, cold knees with heels So we're skeptical, it's easier to believe That there's a Heaven for a thug than to mess with you SongtexteIt's hard to rise Listen to the melody Because we're together Aye, shout out to ninth wonder. No, you ain't gotta ask We both on the same page like a paragraph And all music, and the talking and discussion But it seems the radio has got it fine in playin' substance Listen, partner, they're lying to us, they're selling cars to us They teach us how to be gang bangers and night shooters I've been where you've been, seen what you've seen Group up with old dawg, looking mean on the screen But now it's the street dream, when Biggy was still breathing And the cash ruled everything around me, creaming Folks tryin' make the hood life a good life While they in the 'burbs wishing us a good night And some rappers teach us how to jam, check them But I still haven't heard a song about being movie directors We in your hood, man, we've been where you've been Been stabbed, been shot, been up in the pen Difference now is when we picked up the pen And I articulate about how God has made us all better men I'm a college graduate. There's some God fearing role models With daughters who do not aspire to be pole riders You are not what the media shows you God made you and He rose for you So you rise! Aus Songtexte Mania