Back in the days when I was a young buck
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Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck
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Times was rough and I didn't have a plan
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I was barely on the edge of my life as a man
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It's really fucked up when there's dope in the crib
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No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids
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That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see
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Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
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But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and
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Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
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I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me
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That you don't get shit in this life for free
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And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top
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Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop
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Not everybody can relate to what I been through
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Even though some front and they try to pretend to
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Know about the life of a kid and the strife
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Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe
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Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse
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And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse
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So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
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I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky
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My stomach is growlin,word is born
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Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
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BRIDGE
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A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
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All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn
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A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
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Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn
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A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
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I tried to get full off a can-o-corn
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A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn
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That's all the fuck that we had in the kitchen
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A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set
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I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet
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It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain
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Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain
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I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle
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Pickin up scraps like a seagull
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Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip
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So I can put it in my pocket
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Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork
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We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
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And it ain't no motherfuckin way no how
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When it come up I let you bring me down
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So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group
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Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops'
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Give me liberty or give me death
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Cos a man without pride ain't got shit left,huh
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And now that I'm older with kids of my own
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I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone
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Get'cha self together,word is born
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Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn
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Can-O-Corn
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| Coolio |
