Mike Dreams - Born In 1988 lyrics

(Refrain) Yeah, we still kickin' ‘Til they kick us out the gate Turn this up if you relate Born in 1988... (Chorus) Thank God we still alive We still in the game They wanted us to die But just look how far we came Still got so far to go Though life is moving Thank God it's even moving ‘Cuz it could've stayed the same And I'm just here for the ride The ride Yeah, I'm just here for the ride The ride Just take a look In my eyes (Verse 1) They say if you want it You gotta breathe it and live it As if you need it for living My sins, they needed forgiving I talked to God And we good Now I'm good Now I do's what I could Like them dudes from the hood They paying dues, like they should 4 years old in my room You heard them shots outside my window As I was playing Nintendo Hustlers was slanging indo On the corner I remember when they jacked my daddy's caddy My mom walked me to preschool Smack dab in the middle of winter But we came so far My father had a dream That ain't consist of those illegal dollar schemes But desired to provide a better life He was a product of those projects But was never moving product for the profit Got it honest God-fearing And honestly That's the reason For my quotes I be trying to be that anidote And that hope And I hope We exceed our written fate For those good-hearted children Who was told they couldn't escape Born in 1988 (Chorus) (Refrain) (Verse 2) Now I'm living in the Same old city With a brand new feel Same old hunger For a brand new meal Same young dudes who was pushing outside Of my crib as a kid Now finishing a bid Got out Looking old to a brand new world Brand new batch Of these boys and girls Headed for the same fate Learned from the OG's Now they going OC There's little old me Still wishing ‘til I'm sitting On stars Can't believe I came this far Man, I thank God that I made it I could of disintegrated Like so many I know God rest they soul R-I-Ps on the middle of our tees The days go fast But the pain moves slow Met a young dude Just turned 16 Got 16 times 2, plus 3 ‘Cuz he popped 2 from a 22 In the back of another 16 Got tried as 18 We only spoke twice Wish something that I said Coulda changed his life But it didn't Now he sitting In an 8 by 10 Up in prison So to this 16 I hope he get to listen Hanging pictures on his jail cellm ceiling Like the Sistine Man, I hope that he still dream To the rest Don't get caught up in the scheme That's all part of they plan Man, they want us in the bing I gotta thank Dad Who was showing me these things When I was just a youngin Or I woulda known nothing So for now I'm just in it for the ride Living right is how you make it to the other side Till we arrive And laugh at the ones who said We wouln't past 25 (Chorus) (Refrain)