*featuring Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu
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[Intro One: (some movie)]
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What dey gives you blood?
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Three months man
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Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma
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How old are you boy?
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Thirteen
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Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to arrest
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[Intro: Ghostface]
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Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
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to all the families that went through the struggle
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Yeah, from the heart
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It was from the heart, everything was real
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[Mary J.]
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All that I got is you
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And I'm so thankful I made it through
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[Verse One:]
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Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
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Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
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I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
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Why my old Earth had so many seeds
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But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
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I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
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Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
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Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
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Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
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Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
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We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
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We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
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Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
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I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
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She cried, and grandma held the family down
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I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
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Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
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Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
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Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
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I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
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Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
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Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
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Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
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In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
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And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
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Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
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So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
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My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
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Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
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Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
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Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
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Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
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But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
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To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
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Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
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I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
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Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
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And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
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Yeah, yo
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[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
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All that I got is you
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And I'm so thankful I made it through
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[repeat 4X]
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Word up mommy, I love you
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Word up
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It was all you, word, you brought me in like this
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[Verse Two: Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu]
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I sit and think about
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All the times we did without, yeah
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I always said I woudn't cry
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When I saw tears in your eyes
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I understand that daddy's not here now
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But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
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All things that I did from this to them
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Oh from drugs to being there
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Being down and out and I love you always
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Yeah, you say
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You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
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And them planets, that exist in my space
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Like man woman and child
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You understand?
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We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep it real with us
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I remember them good ol days
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Because see, that's the child I was
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What made me the man I am today
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See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
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You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh
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Because you lost the reality of yourself
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So take one stroll through your mind
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And see what you will find
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And you'll see a whole universe all over again
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and again and again and again and again
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Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
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All That I Got Is You
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| Ghostface Killah |
