
Promised Land The Game
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[Intro: The Game]
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out?
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh
[Verse 1: The Game]
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion
Made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries nigga
No father figures make harder niggas
Through the years I went to war with niggas from what I saw in the pictures
Now your son is bigger, thirteen, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin' for riches, runnin' hoppin' project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin' 'til my coffin diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mine's just beginnin', huh
[Hook: Sample]
...Promised Land...
...Promised Land...
Sometimes I wonder
Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out?
Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh
[Verse 1: The Game]
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion
Made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries nigga
No father figures make harder niggas
Through the years I went to war with niggas from what I saw in the pictures
Now your son is bigger, thirteen, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you
Gunnin' for riches, runnin' hoppin' project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin' 'til my coffin diminish
Why pray for the afterlife when mine's just beginnin', huh
[Hook: Sample]
...Promised Land...
...Promised Land...
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