How I Got Over

The Roots

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    Out on the streets, where I grew up
    First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck
    That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
    Someone has to care

    How I got over... where the people come apart
    Don't nobody care about cha, 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 helpin noone else, it's a hazard to your health
    Livin life in these cold streets
    Hey, who's worryin 'bout cha, babe?
    When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets

    Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)
    First thing they teach us, 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

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    Yo..
    When you on the corners, there's too much drama
    Livin with the police right behind ya
    It's always more than a slight reminder
    We livin 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 a-make me stronger
    I feel like I can't take too much longer
    It's too much lyin, and too much fightin
    I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin
    They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin
    They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin
    We uninspired, we unadmired
    And tired and sick of being sick and tired
    of livin in the hood where the shots are fired
    We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin
    You just like I am

    Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)
    First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)
    Someone has to care

    Somebody's gotta care..
    And I swear it isn't fair
    In suspended animation, we ain't tryin to 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
    Livin life in these hard streets
    Where it's like they lost they mind
    Is there anyway to find?
    Are we runnin out of time out here?
    Listen...
    Hey, who's worryin 'bout cha, babe?
    When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets

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    Composición: Ahmir Thompson, Black Thought, Dice, Jeremy J Grenhart y Friedrich Rick Weber

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