Versuri The Roots - How I Got Over

[Chorus:]
(Black Thought: uh, ha-huh. uh, ha-huh) Out on the streets (Yeah)
Where I grew up (ah-hah)
First thing they teach us: (uh)
Not to give a f**k (Yeah, C`mon baby)
That type of thinking can`t get you nowhere (Oh?)
Someone has to care.

[Verse 1:]
How I got over
Where the people come apart
Don`t 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 f**k.
Out here in these streets
Every man is for himself
They Ain`t helpin` noone else
It`s a hazard to your health.
Livin` life in these cold streets.
(Hey) Whose worryin` `bout cha babe
When you wiln`[? ] out?
Runnin` around in these streets.

[Chorus:]
Out on the streets
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a f**k. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can`t get you nowhere (How I got over)
Someone has to care. (Ya)

[Verse 2:]
When you on the corners too much drama
Livin` with the police right behind ja`
It`s always more than a slight reminda
We livin` in a war zone like Rwanda.
Before I go back to the heavenly fatha
Pray for me if it ain`t too much botha.
Whatever don`t break me or make me stronga
I feel like I can`t take too much longa.
It`s too much lyin`
And too much fryin`
I`m all cried out cause I grew up cryin`
They all got a sales pitch I ain`t buyin`
They tryin` to convince me that I ain`t tryin`.
We uninspired
We unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired.
A living in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin` to live, so to live we dyin`.
You just like I am.

[Chorus:]
Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a f**k. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can`t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care. (Somebody`s gotta care)

[Verse 3:]
And I swear it isn`t fair
In suspended animation
We ain`t tryin` to go nowhere.
Out here in these streets
We`re so young and all alone
We ain`t even old enough to realize we`re on our own.
Livin` life in these hard streets
Where it`s like they lost their mind
Is there anyway to find?
Are we runnin` out of time out here?
Listen, hey
Who`s worryin` about cha babe
When you wiln`[? ] out?
Runnin` `round in these streets.

[Chorus: x3]
Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a f**k. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can`t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to...

Out on the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a f**k
That type of thinking can`t get you nowhere
Someone has to care.
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