The Roots - How I Got Over lyrics

Chorus 1: Dice Raw] Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach us, not to give a f** That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - singing] How I got over... where the people come apart Don't nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets.. if you get down on your luck You can stand out, with a hand out But nobody give a f** Out here in these streets, every man is for himself They ain't helpin noone else, it's a hazard to your health Livin life in these cold streets Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets [Chorus 2: Dice Raw (Black Thought)] Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a f** (How I got o-) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (How I got over...) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - rapping] Yo.. When you on the corners, there's too much drama Livin with the police right behind ya It's always more than a slight reminder We livin in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me if it ain't too much bother Whatever don't break me a-make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lyin, and too much fightin I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin They all got a sales pitch I ain't buyin They tryin to convince me that I ain't tryin We uninspired, we unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired Of livin in the hood where the shots are fired We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin You just like I am [Chorus 3: Dice Raw (Black Thought)] Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...) First thing they teach us, not to give a f** (How I got o-) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..) Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care [Black Thought - singing] Somebody's gotta care.. And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryin to go nowhere Out here in these streets.. We're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough, to realize we're on our own Livin life in these hard streets Where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find? Are we runnin out of time out here? Listen... Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe? When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets [Chorus 3 + 1 x2]