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When I grow up, be a superstar
Ah, ha, alright,

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

Yo, I was born in the projects, with and rats
And our credentials were our, and gats
Stay the out the hood read the welcomin' mats
I them days, it was hard bein' black

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

Some got ways, some got
But still, we all just got hopes and
The two blend together like dope and
with teens, has that new gangster lean

Everybody wanna be a ghetto star
Fly and drivin' them big cars
That's all Mr.President, hear the of the youth
I lie, I speak the truth

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

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

What a crusade, one of my great
Cut many hearts, the game of spades
But nuttin' was as fatal when blew the World Trade
Now we at war momma, lives for grenades

Send in the troops, here the brigades
American resolve and our hearts'll fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin' in the
But I hate to be the one to rain on your

See, God is merciful and God bless his
how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of
In the land of the and the home of the brave

They don't know how it
(To hear our cry)
(And watch our die)
They don't know, what it
(To see our in prison)
(While losin' their religion)

These, of mines are like, camera lens
by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the Some may cry out loud
But I worry, we gonna make it now

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

either in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me a scrub in a passenger seat
profile to say the least
There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast,

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

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

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