Buckwild - How Will I Make It? lyrics

[Intro: Big L] Some people was born in heaven With a silver spoon in they mouth And had everything handed to them on a silver platter And never had to work hard for nothing Then there are some people that was born in the opposite world Of those that was born in heaven, which is called hell And had to work hard for everything they got And never had nothing handed to them... and never will [Verse 1: Big L] I'm only at the age of 10 And life already seems to me like it's heading for a dead end Cause my Moms be smoking mad crack My Pops went out for a fast snack and never brought his a** back Nobody knows how I feel, it's quite ill Cause I had to steal to fill my stomach with a nice meal Too ashamed to walk the streets Wearing the same cheap sneaks and dirty outfits for weeks Even my holidays got damaged Cause on Christmas I asked Santa for a father and a hot sandwich I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, "How will I make it?" [Hook: Big L] It seems like my life's been cursed ever since I was a child And how will I make it? I won't, that's how I walk around with a frown, I got no reason to smile And how will I make it, I won't, that's how Aiyo times was rough, I had to grow up foul And how will I make it, I won't, that's how I always knew that I'd end up doing time on the Isle And how will I make it, I won't, that's how [Verse 2: Big L] Five years pa**ed by, now I'm at the age of 15 No more fun and games, it's time to get cream Cause I'm about to burst, it's like my life was cursed I went to church, prayed everyday and it still got worse Soon I ran into a couple of guns Started stalking the streets late, robbing s**ers for funds Now everyday I creep with the heat, ain't nothing sweet I rob for meat, If I don't steal I don't eat Then I lost control and started going too far Robbed this brother named Umar then got snatched by the blue car Where I grew up it was a living Hell Then I started to realize, I'm better off in a prison cell Now I can sleep, now I can eat Can't hit skins, but I wasn't hitting skins when I was in the street Aiyo, I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, 'How will I make it?' [Hook] [Verse 3: Big L] Doing time was full of stress G All the fightings and stabbings and men finding men s**y One tried to test me didn't find it humorous Beat him with a pillowcase filled with cans of tuna fish My time came to a cease, I'm back on the streets again I hope I don't get snatched by the beast again But it's getting crazy hectic cause I'm broke, get up naked And can't get a job cause of my jail record Before you know it, I was robbing them same ducks I even started robbing homeless folks for their change cups My whole life was deserted Either I'ma go back to jail or get murdered, but do I deserve it? All I tried to do was live the one life that I got But it seems like I can't get a fair shot I just can't take it And every day I ask myself, 'How will I make it?' [Hook] [Outro: Big L] Word up man, it's real rough out here man In the ghetto, all you can wish for is a better tomorrow It ain't getting no better, it's only getting worse, word up...