[Hook: Akon]
How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets?
How many days we gotta live our life searching for a way to eat?
You gotta stay down, stay down just to see a brighter day
Stay down, stay down just to live a better way
Stay down, stay down just to live a brighter day
Stay down, stay down just to live a better way
[Verse 1]
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother
That's what happens when that man is from the gutter
And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter
See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
He never knew what family was, he grew up in a broken home
Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown
Cause ever since twelve years old he was on his own
And even though it seemed like school was the best plan
His only choice was distributing the rock like Def-jam
While everybody else was getting diplomas
He graduated from the middle of the strip to the corner
But I don't knock him cause he tryin to bubble
There's no food on the table, the rents past due and that's why he hustles
And I ain't sayin that its right to be dealin
All I'm sayin is I feel him I guess
I just see eye 2 eye wit his struggle you know
How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets?
How many days we gotta live our life searching for a way to eat?
You gotta stay down, stay down just to see a brighter day
Stay down, stay down just to live a better way
Stay down, stay down just to live a brighter day
Stay down, stay down just to live a better way
[Verse 1]
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is your brother
That's what happens when that man is from the gutter
And that man is a hustler trying to survive, moving grams of that butter
See, his momma was a dope fiend, poppa was a rolling stone
He never knew what family was, he grew up in a broken home
Ever since twelve years old he was known as grown
Cause ever since twelve years old he was on his own
And even though it seemed like school was the best plan
His only choice was distributing the rock like Def-jam
While everybody else was getting diplomas
He graduated from the middle of the strip to the corner
But I don't knock him cause he tryin to bubble
There's no food on the table, the rents past due and that's why he hustles
And I ain't sayin that its right to be dealin
All I'm sayin is I feel him I guess
I just see eye 2 eye wit his struggle you know
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