Madlib - We've All Got Sh*t lyrics

November 6, you still don't know enough about me My father hates me my brother could give a f** about me I struggle with knowing if this is a seed that I planted Or was it destined to confront the pride that I insulated I grew up sensitive, not wanting to cause a beef Back in the 90's that was weak and they would always test your sweet Fights I didn't pick, but had to handle my own Happened less in the street, a little more in my home One year we didn't speak...that's my father's influence Mindless arguments over things that were useless Flames that still burn because you kept propane Sadly we may never really grow to know our pain My first example for a black man was a hustler And his sons grew up to be the thing that he loved So I struggle with that, and I struggle with trust And I struggle with hate, overcoming the love And people pa**ed a lot to me I'm watching those people pa** They tell me keep my head high when you show me your a** Worst thing I could do, is close the door on the chance But if I learned from my father, I know you can't change a man And I was mad about that, enough to pack up a bag Put myself onto school, and I just took what I had Trying to grad, Good or Bad, I just chose to accept it Ignoring you was the song, and I'm still playing that record And that meant I made choices And that meant I hurt people I can only pray that they don't set me up to get equal Healing takes time, the peeling takes longer And if its burning to bad then put some ointment on it Cause we've all Got Sh*t