Can-O-Corn

Back in the days when I was a young buck<br>Stuck like a truck gettin shit outta luck<br>Times was rough and I didn`t have a plan<br>I was barely on the edge of my life as a man<br>It`s really fucked up when there`s dope in the crib<br>No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids<br>That`s why a young nigga learned how to steal,see<br>Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals<br>But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and<br>Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?<br>I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me<br>That you don`t get shit in this life for free<br>And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top<br>Fuck it!I fight for my hip-hop<br>Not everybody can relate to what I been through<br>Even though some front and they try to pretend to<br>Know about the life of a kid and the strife<br>Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe<br>Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse<br>And pretty soon he`s stealin from his own Momma`s purse<br>So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes<br>I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky<br>My stomach is growlin,word is born<br>Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn<br><br>BRIDGE<br>A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn<br>All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn<br>A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn<br>Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn<br>A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn<br>I tried to get full off a can-o-corn<br>A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn<br>That`s all the fuck that we had in the kitchen<br><br>A few years later,I pledge a legions to the set<br>I`m growin up but I ain`t grown yet<br>It`s funny how the strain in a life filled with pain<br>Can sometimes leave a bitch stained on the brain<br>I`m sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle<br>Pickin up scraps like a seagull<br>Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip<br>So I can put it in my pocket<br>Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork<br>We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork<br>And it ain`t no motherfuckin way no how<br>When it come up I let you bring me down<br>So I stick to the boots and I`m down with a MAAD group<br>Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em `scroops`<br>Give me liberty or give me death<br>Cos a man without pride ain`t got shit left,huh<br>And now that I`m older with kids of my own <br>I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone<br>Get`cha self together,word is born<br>Cos a man can`t live on a can-o-corn