In this dirty old part of the city
Where the sun refused to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in tryin'
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
Oh yes I know it
(Yeah!) He's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every night and day
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'cause girl, there's a better life for me and you
Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true, yeah
You'll be dead before your time is due, I know it
Watch my daddy in bed a-dyin'
Watched his hair been turnin' grey, yeah
He's been workin' and slavin' his life away
I know he's been workin' so hard
(Yeah!) I've been workin' too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Somewhere baby, somehow I know it
We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there's a better life for me and you
Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it toodre just let it run
hey yo turn up the beat a lil bit
hey yo this song is 4 ne1
shut up and listen
eh yo
i sit back with this pack
a six axe in the bag
this fuk gives me
needed to b
the most meanest and sea
on this sea
on this Earth
and sicne birth ive been cursed
with this curse that just cursets
with this blurp
it berserc and bisar
that works
and it sells and it helps
and it sells to release all this tention
desepencin these cents and just getin the stress thats been eatin
me resently
off of this chest
and i rest
singign peacefully (peacefully)
but at least ahve the desenty in u
to leave me alone wen u freaks
see me out in the streets wen im eatin or feedin my daughter
do not coem and speak to me
i dont no u
and no i dont own u
im not mr. insanct
im not wut ur friends think
im not mr friendly
i can b a prick if u tip me my tank is on entise
no paitence is in me
and if u 4 bid me
im liften u 10 feet in the air i dont care who was there
and who saw me just jaw u
go call u a laywer
file u a lawsuit
ill smile in the court room
and buy u a wardrobe
im tired of aurguin
i dont mean to b mean
but thats all i can b is just me
(Chourse)
and i m wut eva u say i m
if i wasnt y wud i say i m
in the paper the news every day i m
radio wont even play my jam
cuz i m wuteva u say i m
if i wasnt then y wudi say i m
in the paper the news every day i m
i dunno its just the way i m
sumtimes i jsut feel like my father i hate to b botherd
with all of this nonsence
its consent
of "o it's his lyrucle consent the song ull b consente of scot and such rotten responces"
and all of this conterversy cirlcles me
and it seems liek the media imeaditly
points a finger at me (at me)
so i point 1 back at em
but not the intedects or pinky
or the ring or the thumb