Wino - Can-O-Corn lyrics

Back in the days when I was a young buck Stuck like a truck gettin sh** outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge of my life as a man It's really f**ed up when there's dope in the crib No food in the kitchen for the motherf**in kids That's why a young n***a learned how to steal,see Shoplifting maid me a whole lotta meals But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and Life was unfair but who the f** cares? I still hear Momma,what she used to tell me That you don't get sh** in this life for free And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top f** it!I fight for my hip-hop Not everybody can relate to what I been through Even though some front and they try to pretend to Know about the life of a kid and the strife Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe Good goes to bad,bad goes to worse And pretty soon he's stealin from his own Momma's purse So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky My stomach is growlin,word is born Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn BRIDGE A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn I tried to get full off a can-o-corn A can-o-corn,a can-o-corn That's all the f** that we had in the kitchen A few years later,I pledge allegiance to the set I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet It's funny how the strain in a life filled with pain Can sometimes leave a b**h stained on the brain I'm sittin in the restaurant,guardin my food like a eagle Pickin up scraps like a seagull Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip So I can put it in my pocket Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus and the stork We was poor as f** so we ate a lot of pork And it ain't no motherf**in way no how When it come up I let you bring me down So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a MAAD group Of gangstas and hoodlums,but you can call em 'scroops' Give me liberty or give me d**h Cos a man without pride ain't got sh** left,huh And now that I'm older with kids of my own I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone Get'cha self together,word is born Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn