The Game - We Will Survive lyrics
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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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