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When I up, I'ma be a superstar
Ah, ha, alright,

They don't how it feels
(When out on your own, yeah)
(And you're lookin' for home)
They know what it feels
(When the on your shoulder)
(And your baby, be a soldier)

Yo, I was born in the projects, roaches and rats
And our credentials our, nines and gats
the hell out the hood read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein'

checks and government cheese
Take your family in portrait, smile say cheese
And it's a wonder how I kept my head goin' under
Sun don't shine where there's, and thunder

got ways, some got means
But still, we all got hopes and dreams
The two blend like dope and fiends
Cope with teens, has that new lean

just wanna be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and them big cars
That's all Mr.President, the voice of the youth
I don't lie, I the truth

don't know how it feels
(When you a mother)
(And don't have that other)
They don't what it feels
(To be in the ghetto)
(And life be in slow a mo')

Been around the world a times with the refugees
From the boot of Italy to the of Pawnee
in love a couple times on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast life, that's how I to live

What a crusade, one of my escapades
Cut many hearts, like the game of
But nuttin' was as fatal they blew the World Trade
Now we at war momma, tradin' lives for

Send in the troops, comes the brigades
American and our hearts'll never fade
I know you somewhere out there in the shades
But I hate to be the one to rain on parade

See, God is merciful and God his children
That's how we gonna them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of
In the land of the free and the home of the

They don't know how it
(To our babies cry)
(And our mothers die)
don't know, what it feels
(To see our in prison)
(While they their religion)

These, eyes of mines are like, camera
Loved by many but stabbed by my
Is this the Some may cry out loud
But I won't worry, we make it now

The ghetto fed up but they won't break us
It's an eye for an eye, what goes around around
Do dis for my who couldn't speak
of the fittest, what happens to the weak?

They either in between, above or
Tryin' to play me a scrub in a passenger seat
Racial profile to say the
There won't be no peace in the of the beast, c'mon

But we make it through baby
Even the world is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times
'Cause it's a of them kids stressin' just like me, baby

They don't how it feels
(To see us go to war)
(And see the people for no more)
They don't what it feels
(To be a man in America)
(And feel they're comin' to get'cha)

don't know how it feels
(To for minimum wage)
(As your life to fade)
They know, what it feels
(To be to your last buck)
(And no one gives a mother, ha)