paroles de chanson How It Feels - Pras Michel
When
I
grow
up,
I'ma
be
a
superstar
Ah,
ha,
alright,
baby
They
don't
know
how
it
feels
(When
you're
out
on
your
own,
yeah)
(And
you're
lookin'
for
that
home)
They
don't
know
what
it
feels
(When
the
world's
on
your
shoulder)
(And
your
baby,
gotta
be
a
soldier)
Yo,
I
was
born
in
the
projects,
with
roaches
and
rats
And
our
credentials
were
our,
nines
and
gats
Stay
the
hell
out
the
hood
read
the
welcomin'
mats
I
remember
them
days,
it
was
hard
bein'
black
Welfare
checks
and
government
cheese
Take
your
family
in
portrait,
everybody
smile
say
cheese
And
it's
a
wonder
how
I
kept
my
head
from
goin'
under
Sun
don't
shine
where
there's,
lightning
and
thunder
Some
got
ways,
some
got
means
But
still,
we
all
just
got
hopes
and
dreams
The
two
blend
together
like
dope
and
fiends
Cope
with
teens,
has
that
new
gangster
lean
Everybody
just
wanna
be
a
ghetto
star
Fly
cribs
and
drivin'
them
big
cars
That's
all
Mr.President,
hear
the
voice
of
the
youth
I
don't
lie,
I
speak
the
truth
They
don't
know
how
it
feels
(When
you
a
single
mother)
(And
don't
have
that
significant
other)
They
don't
know
what
it
feels
(To
be
in
the
ghetto)
(And
your
life
be
in
slow
a
mo')
Been
around
the
world
a
couple
times
with
the
refugees
From
the
boot
of
Italy
to
the
land
of
Pawnee
Fell
in
love
a
couple
times
on
the
London
Bridge
Fast
cars,
fast
life,
that's
how
I
wanted
to
live
What
a
crusade,
one
of
my
great
escapades
Cut
many
hearts,
like
the
game
of
spades
But
nuttin'
was
as
fatal
when
they
blew
the
World
Trade
Now
we
at
war
momma,
tradin'
lives
for
grenades
Send
in
the
troops,
here
comes
the
brigades
American
resolve
and
our
hearts'll
never
fade
I
know
you
somewhere
out
there
chillin'
in
the
shades
But
I
hate
to
be
the
one
to
rain
on
your
parade
See,
God
is
merciful
and
God
bless
his
children
That's
how
we
gonna
reconstruct
them
buildings
So
stop
the
killings,
we
runnin'
out
of
graves
In
the
land
of
the
free
and
the
home
of
the
brave
They
don't
know
how
it
feels
(To
hear
our
babies
cry)
(And
watch
our
mothers
die)
They
don't
know,
what
it
feels
(To
see
our
brothers
in
prison)
(While
they
losin'
their
religion)
These,
eyes
of
mines
are
like,
camera
lens
Loved
by
many
but
stabbed
by
my
friends
Is
this
the
end?
Some
may
cry
out
loud
But
I
won't
worry,
we
gonna
make
it
now
The
ghetto
fed
up
but
they
won't
break
us
down
It's
an
eye
for
an
eye,
what
goes
around
comes
around
Do
dis
for
my
peeps
who
couldn't
speak
Survival
of
the
fittest,
what
happens
to
the
weak?
They
either
in
between,
above
or
beneath
Tryin'
to
play
me
like
a
scrub
in
a
passenger
seat
Racial
profile
to
say
the
least
There
won't
be
no
peace
in
the
belly
of
the
beast,
c'mon
But
we
gonna
make
it
through
baby
Even
though
the
world
is
so
crazy
And
if
they
ask
you,
tell
'em
it's
pain
times
three
'Cause
it's
a
million
of
them
kids
stressin'
just
like
me,
baby
They
don't
know
how
it
feels
(To
see
us
go
to
war)
(And
see
the
people
free
for
no
more)
They
don't
know
what
it
feels
(To
be
a
black
man
in
America)
(And
feel
like
they're
comin'
to
get'cha)
They
don't
know
how
it
feels
(To
work
for
minimum
wage)
(As
your
life
starts
to
fade)
They
don't
know,
what
it
feels
(To
be
down
to
your
last
buck)
(And
no
one
really
gives
a
mother,
ha)
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Album
Win, Lose or Draw
1 Win, Lose or Draw
2 Dreamin'
3 Light My Fire
4 Haven't Found
5 For Love
6 Mistakes
7 Mr. Martin
8 One Monkey Don't Stop the Show
9 Friend A' Foe
10 Ghetto Politics
11 How It Feels
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