The Game

The Game - We Will Survive

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<i>[The Game - Chorus]</i><br />

We will survive, we’ve been through this too many times<br />

my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise<br />

we will not live and let die<br />

my niggas on the front line and we all here<br />

hold your head high<br />

so many years, too many tears living this life<br />

this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on<br />

a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid<br />

these are the hard times but we will survive<br />

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<i>[Verse 1]</i><br />

It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains<br />

400 years later same bullshit y’all aint changed<br />

you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball<br />

then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall<br />

who really making calls like my people ain’t determined enough<br />

and in the hood they trying to terminate us<br />

and turn us against each other<br />

got us fighting over colours, brothers<br />

I thought the object was to love one another<br />

we can’t see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes<br />

40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store<br />

so how do we raise our children<br />

there’s a new born soul every hour in America<br />

this is not only there’s but our America<br />

the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days<br />

but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt<br />

but this is the rebirth<br />

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />

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<i>[Verse 2]</i><br />

They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle<br />

and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea<br />

they lock us in prison for years<br />

and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears<br />

too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2<br />

President Bush’s way to say fuck you<br />

our day is coming we taking over<br />

how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers<br />

you gotta be stupid<br />

don’t ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers<br />

you burnt this I prove it<br />

we don’t want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate,<br />

keep the Grammy awards, your H2’s, new watches we don’t hate you watch us<br />

me and Marshall’s like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth<br />

opposite races still chasing the same dream<br />

but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME!<br />

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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />

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<i>[Verse 3]</i><br />

I will not surrender this is not the ending<br />

turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam’s curse<br />

you got a hot verse you on MTV<br />

you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC<br />

kids struggling to make grades in school<br />

you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school<br />

and all the old heads that paid their dues we don’t respect that<br />

too worried about where the next Nike air checks at<br />

(?) news rims put on your lexus,<br />

he ain’t registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election<br />

one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone<br />

25 to life but still life moves on<br />

a wise man told when I was younger Im God’s chosen<br />

he don’t understand so the AK soak him<br />

Black wall street got them open<br />

I try to tell them I’m where hope floats man<br />

the ghetto spokesman<br />

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<i>[Chorus]</i>

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