...it's a new day... ya what I'm sayin'?
A new day, brings a new problem to a And all I ta say is thank God for my mother without my mommy dear my life would've been joke Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but The lord he had a for me And with his help, my made a man of me blindfold me to the world we was livin' in Taught me how to save my dividends So when I graduated I'd have a school money But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the dummy And flunked outta school with the pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death My real pops he out with the style So I my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child So now we livin' me the game and how to be responsible But then I couldn't see it I wanted to be a grown man at so the kid's leavin' And ended up in a big And told me not to come home until I got my right So now I'm in my grandma's home My grandma's strong, she's got nine of her own And me ain't no big deal But now that I'm much I see just how the shit feels kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no Even though my grandfather just had a And now the low And pretty soon a brother's gonna ta go Or either try to a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get out And when I get out I try to pave the way So my family can have a better place to I'm all hope, a brother's fallin' short I can't cope, so now I'm dope And now my granny knows I'm doin' She prayin' for me heavily care of her grandson And the lord must of her prayer Cause he made me get a And got me on up outta I heard my mother say them streets is kill ya You couldn't have me nothin' back then But now I ya...
I'm eighteen, and now I'm big fun My mother just had my first son May eleven, I never will the day A star's born, name him little scarface My born and yo I'm a proud father I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's And sellin dope ain't the way I can get ahead But the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed I buy him milk, and tryin ta do my part And my son, I gots ta try to make him hard I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka Because the tonka will only punk my boy And I don't my son to look at life Through a replica of tryin' to make it life-like But yet and I let my son be a kid Just give him up the real, like my momma did So when he to be a man he'll appreciate The game I gave him way back he used to roller skate And now my son is years old I really gots ta give the and try to play the father's role Because these years he'll remember So it's all little marcus and me becomin' close But I got a buncha If it ain't my line of work it's the on my popsicle Now everybody's got my Wantin' to have hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "it's your daughter, don't she like you? " I just tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do Because my mother knows the deal All these hoochies coochie tryin' to get a free meal So now we in and outta Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child Tellin' her friends she's breakin' me Now knows, that she was just fakin' g Come to out, the girl never had me the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's daddy And biological tests can You get up off of me and go after the other dude But now I finally got a real No for the testin' I know that I'm the father I heard my daddy say them hoes try ta kill ya You have told me nothin' back then But now I ya...
I ya...
Now I'm twenty-two and got a grip on life nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife And got a bigger to fight with I'm young and black so my ain't a nightstick Because we in a concentration set And everyday, we face to with death I my homies go and come And day is just somethin we can't run from So I know my comin' up So I gotta protect from suckers who be runnin' up And even I hate killin' off my own kind I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend My corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the So we stand but we gonna fall quick Because we always tryin to another brother's shit And the is in the same vote Just because we comin' up quick they think we dope shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods They shot my long partner rudy in cold blood And now the story's all up And if gave the cop the chair I wouldn't give a fuck she left my partner's family with memories And after this I know you don't remember me But yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in I see his and then I started breakin' up Because I know what you did was But you won't realize until you and gone It ain't no justifiable homicide, you gave a warning You straight up him from behind But all the in the world ain't gonna bring him back You give a gat to a black he know how to act But you gotta tell your story to the Not the imitation judge, the that everybody loves And if the man upstairs you forgiveness Then in reality you took care of your But regardless I you wanna kill me But I ain't goin' out dat Ya me?
...yeah