The Roots How I Got Over Raw
Chorus: (Black Thought: uh, hahuh. uh, hahuh) Out on the streets (Yeah) Where I grew up (ahhah) First thing they teach us: (uh) Not to give a fuck (Yeah, C mon baby) That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Oh ) Someone has to care. Verse 2: How I got over Where the people come apart Dont nobody care about cha Only thing you got is God. Out here in these streets If you get down on your luck You can stand up With a hand down But nobody give a fuck. Out here in these streets Every man is for himsel
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