Organized Noize - I Didn't Ask to Come lyrics

[T-Mo] Everyday somebody gets k**ed What's the deal it's 1995 And a n***a wanna live the type of life that people dream I want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a king I know I take for granted at times for what I got Still hustlin' and bustlin' And now and then I stand a pop or two to come up A steady battle through the days Mamma think I'm wrong because I wanna get paid The system ain't given T-mo a chance 22 on the loose and black Trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck They making it hard for a brother to cope It's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax I'm ready to go up sh** until they give my freedom back [Big Gipp] Service to what, who Damn, you got caught sought away out The trait is getting full, calling up your pull But pull ain't got it I fell cold inside like A man sleeping on pavement Under the bridge of I-20 west And stress on the face of the man Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear And who dat miss they fee Cuz all they personal sh** Is sitting on the front lawn of Apple Tree And for those who ain't got take Before the owner shows back up with the U-haul Police you call But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff See I stand tall to this world Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself A book on a shelf of many MC's seen them come and go Style free with Cool Breeze Til it's thick like dat fog Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog Dropping a point from the East ]From a location out tha trees 360 degrees [Hook] Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip cause, my palms is sweatin' ... [Khujo] n***as ain't getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me Almost dropped ma end of the casket Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain Is where this coward hang (SWATS) South West Atlanta Fountain Lane Forgot the batch n***ah got thirty years Lord forgive me and my foes I know Revenge is best served when cold by those Who feel no guilt God don't care whether you got a spade or not Ain't no turning in your playing hand you was dealt Better tighten up your belt man, always go with The first instinct because, I don't make the rules Oooh, you know how it is in these streets Victims rarely get a chance to think twice [Cee-Lo] As he laid in the final resting place He had such a peaceful expression in his face My visions blurry from crying But it ain't hard to see that At any time it coulda been me It's about 90 degrees outside But yet it felt like I'm froze The ceremonies come to a close I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet Damn I done f**ed around and got upset But it ain't nothing we can do It's bigger than me and you One day our time coming too So ain't no use in being sad Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had We should be glad Maybe his life was something That he had to give to show me That I need to be responsible about how I live I won't complain about my pain But I just ain't gone let my n***as die in vain So Bean I'm gone make it for you The cycle that these young black men keep goin through I'm gone break it for you And start takin care of me And me consist of all my friends and my family From now on, until I'm gone Born into these crooked ways I never even ask to come so now I'm living in the days I struggle and fight to stay alive Hoping that one day I'd earn the chance to die Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one Can't seem to get a grip cause, my palms is sweatin' ...