The Game - We Will Survive lyrics

We will survive, we've been through this too many times My people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise We will not live and let die My n***as on the front line and we all here Hold your head high So many years, too many tears living this life This a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on A lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid These are the hard times but we will survive It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains 400 years later same bullsh** y'all ain't changed You got a jump shot or you rap or play ball Then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall Who really making calls like my people ain't determined enough And in the hood they trying to terminate us And turn us against each other Got us fighting over colours, brothers I thought the object was to love one another We can't see past the 20 inch rims, b**hes and hoes 40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store So how do we raise our children There's a new born soul every hour in America This is not only there's but our America The white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days But we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt But this is the rebirth They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle And pitch crack from a bucket, these motherf*ckers have no idea They lock us in prison for years And send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears Too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2 President Bush's way to say f*ck you Our day is coming we taking over How you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers You gotta be stupid Don't ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers You burnt this I prove it We don't want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate Keep the Grammy awards, your H2's, new watches we don't hate you watch us Me and Marshall's like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth Opposite races still chasing the same dream But when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME! I will not surrender this is not the ending Turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam's curse You got a hot verse you on MTV You can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC Kids struggling to make grades in school You run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school And all the old heads that paid their dues we don't respect that Too worried about where the next Nike air checks at News rims put on your lexus He ain't registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election One strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone 25 to life but still life moves on A wise man told when I was younger I'm God's chosen He don't understand so the AK soak him Black wall street got them open I try to tell them I'm where hope floats man The ghetto spokesman