Roots (The) - How I Got Over lyrics

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[Chorus:] (Black Thought: uh, ha-huh. uh, ha-huh) Out on the streets (Yeah) Where I grew up (ah-hah) First thing they teach us: (uh) Not to give a fuck (Yeah, C'mon baby) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Oh?) Someone has to care. [Verse 1:] How I got over Where the people come apart Don't nobody care about cha Only thing you got is God. Out here in these streets If you get down on your luck You can stand up With a hand down But nobody give a fuck. Out here in these streets Every man is for himself They Ain't helpin' noone else It's a hazard to your health. Livin' life in these cold streets. (Hey) Whose worryin' 'bout cha babe When you wiln'[? ] out? Runnin' around in these streets. [Chorus:] Out on the streets Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (How I got over) Someone has to care. (Ya) [Verse 2:] When you on the corners too much drama Livin' with the police right behind ja' It's always more than a slight reminda We livin' in a war zone like Rwanda. Before I go back to the heavenly fatha Pray for me if it ain't too much botha. Whatever don't break me or make me stronga I feel like I can't take too much longa. It's too much lyin' And too much fryin' I'm all cried out cause I grew up cryin' They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin' They tryin' to convince me that I ain't tryin'. We uninspired We unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired. A living in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin' to live, so to live we dyin'. You just like I am. [Chorus:] Out on the streets (Uh) Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) Someone has to care. (Somebody's gotta care) [Verse 3:] And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation We ain't tryin' to go nowhere. Out here in these streets We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own. Livin' life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost their mind Is there anyway to find? Are we runnin' out of time out here? Listen, hey Who's worryin' about cha babe When you wiln'[? ] out? Runnin' 'round in these streets. [Chorus: x3] Out on the streets (Uh) Where I grew up (How I got over) First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck. (How I got over) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere) Someone has to... Out on the streets Where I grew up First thing they teach us: Not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to care