Текст песни Who Holds His Own - McGruff
Verse
1:
I
was
born
a
poor
black
kid,
Pops
doin'
a
bid
Ran
down
tenement,
barely
no
food
in
the
fridge
My
Moms
dukes
had
to
raise
my
on
her
own
All
alone,
never
had
a
Father
home
I
remember
clear
as
day
seein'
my
Mother
pray
Hopin'
I
don't
be
like
my
Pops
and
go
the
other
way
But
you
get
tired
of
your
pockets
bein'
empty
Gear
skimpy,
yo
the
peer
pressure
tempt
me
At
Thirteen
had
to
get
my
by
all
means
Sellin'
to
fiends,
Pops
up
State
raisin'
Hell
in
the
Greens
Fuck
that,
I'm'a
hustle,
I
can't
see
my
Momma
struggle
In
these
Harlem
streets
drama
loves
you.
Chorus
- Some
niggas
may
have,
some
niggas
may
not
have,
but
God
bless
The
child
who
holds
his
own,
who
holds
his
own.
Verse
2:
Never
was
a
stray
A
student
Always
played
hookie,
gettin'
buddhad
Dropped
out
of
High
school,
the
streets
raised
me
Runnin'
'round
holdin'
heat
crazy
My
Pops
played
me,
left
when
I
was
a
Baby
Perhaps
he
hate
me,
why
the
Mothafucka
make
me?
Why
the
Hell
is
life
like
this?
Trife
like
this?
Sometimes
I
wanna
slice
my
wrist
Found
out
I
had
a
gift
and
thought
twice
'bout
shit
Now
I'm
changin',
whole
like
re-arrangin'
Left
the
crack
game'n
for
the
rap
game'n
Ain't
exactly
where
I
wanna
be
but
I
ain't
complainin'
Maintainin',
focus
on
my
money
and
my
fame'n
Entertainin',
risin'
to
the
top
since
I
came
in
Blazin',
and
I
ain't
goin'
nowhere
yo
I'm
remainin'
Chorus
Verse
3:
Man,
I
miss
them
niggas
who
got
clapped
for
tryin'
to
get
them
figures
Everybody
leavin'
They
say
thugs
go
to
Hell
when
we
stop
breathin',
and
I
believe
'em
And
I
ain't
tryin'
to
be
there,
I
got
mouths
to
feed
Love
my
seeds,
look
just
like
me
Dress
like
me,
gotta
be
the
best
like
me
Raise
'em
up
right
so
they
won't
be
stressed
like
me
Gotta
be
there
for
them,
not
no
Penetentiary
Think
back,
sippin'
Remy,
maybe
Henessey
Nigga
ballin'
now,
gotta
say
one
love
to
Heavy-D
Chorus
2X
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