PRAS MICHEL

PRAS MICHEL - How It Feels lyrics

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When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar

[Pras] Ah-ha, alright baby

[Chorus: children (Pras)]

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 is

(When the world's on your shoulder)

(And your baby gotta be a soldier)

[Pras Michel]

Yo I was born in the pro-jects, 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

[Chorus: children (Pras)]

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 is

(To be in the ghetto)

(And your life be in slow mo')

[Pras Michel]

Uhh, yeah

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

[Chorus: children (Pras)]

They, don't, know, how it feels

(To hear our babies cry)

(And watch our mothers die)

They, don't, know, what it is

(To see our brothers in prison)

(While they losin their religion)

[Pras Michel]

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 (okay)

There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon

[Pras + children]

But we gonna make it through baby

Even though the world is so crazy

[Pras Michel]

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!

[Chorus: children (Pras)]

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 is

(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 is

(To be down to your last buck)

(And no one really gives a mother-HA)

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