Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Manchild, artist - TekithaAlbum song Manchild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.06.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu-Tang
Song language: English
Manchild |
| I’m a manchild born in the promised land |
| Captain of my destiny, guidin my faith through the turbulence of life |
| See, in order to be who you are, you’ve got to know who you are |
| In order to get to where you want to go |
| You’ve got to know from whence you came |
| See, it was Malcolm X who said |
| «A man who doesn’t have nothing to stand up for |
| Will fall for any god damn thing!» |
| Damn, Woke up again… |
| Down my face drop tears, it’s like nobody cares |
| I swear, life ain’t fair, sometimes I wanna disappear |
| Only Blahzay Blah', I got mad gray hairs, I’m a young old man |
| What part of «Shit Iz Real» don’t you understand? |
| Twin got murdered, caught one to the temple |
| You ain’t been what I been through, Can It Be All So Simple? |
| I got bad nerves, it’s absurd, I’m disturbed |
| So, I suggest you watch the words that you blurb |
| Out your mouth, or it’ll be a shoot out |
| I’ll leave you stretched out, I’m thugged, inside and out |
| And it ain’t by choice |
| I’m screaming out loud for love (AHHHH!), do anybody hear my voice? |
| Pardon the noise, I’m just a black ghetto boy |
| Went through the rain and pain, where’s the sunshine and joy? |
| I can’t seem to find it, trapped in the black cloud |
| Watching my life go down, to hide the suffering, I smile |
| Running these streets can be so |
| Trying these trying times |
| Manchild in the promised land |
| Who of you will understand? |
| Running these streets can be so |
| Trying these trying times |
| Manchild in the promised land, hey-ay… |
| My aunt died from AIDS, I watched her deteriorate |
| She told me fucking wit drugs, was her biggest mistake |
| Put my moms on to it, sticking needles in her veins |
| Being sons of addicts drove me and Cane insane |
| We packed bags at Pathmark, we both humped Tamika |
| We used to go to the pool, just to steal kids' sneakers |
| Rocked cut-off beepers, wore old clothes for Easter |
| Shit was so real, we had to split a slice of pizza |
| I was born at six months, (damn) premature |
| My moms birthed a thug like, Afeni Shakur |
| I’m surprised I ain’t crazy, from the bugged shit I saw |
| I caught my mother buying crack on the first floor, before |
| I never thought I’d be in a cell, smoking a Newport |
| With all sorts of thoughts, running through my mind |
| Know I ain’t leaving, caught, D.A. |
| talking jail time |
| I glanced at my mom’s eyes, she looking like she wanna cry |
| They say I’m an accident waiting to happen, G |
| Miss Ann from the first floor said she gon' pray for me |
| She had a bad dream, that they murdered me |
| I said, «Miss, truthfully, I don’t believe in dreams» |
| Hope lives miles away, from where I stay |
| Who knows the way? |
| Pssshhh… shit, I’d pay |
| For the directions, my whole family’s in corrections |
| Fake friends half-stepping, I’m stressing, answer question |
| Can I trust you? |
| (Uh-huh), then I love you (Yea) |
| If not? |
| straight up and down, fuck you! |
| Bottom line, real people do real things |
| Play your position… (running these streets can be so…) |
| You see, its like this |
| You’ve got to plan your work and work your plan |
| Cause he who fails to plan, plans to fail |
| Execute your strategy and seize your goal |
| Cause see, persistence overcomes resistance |
| Peace |