Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Promised Land, artist - The Game. Album song West Coast Resurrection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.02.2009
Record label: Get Low
Song language: English
Promised Land |
| Sometimes I wonder |
| Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out? |
| Man we strugglin, it’s hard sometimes, but |
| Tomorrow’s better than yesterday, uhh |
| I was born in the slums, struggled from day one |
| Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun |
| No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion |
| Made it hard to live; |
| dad, how you fathered your kids? |
| Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry |
| Shhhh, I’m still hearin' my mother’s cries nigga |
| No father figures make harder niggas |
| Through the years I went to war with niggas from what I saw in the pictures |
| Now your son is bigger, thirteen, but just like you |
| Moms said I would grow up and be just like you |
| From what you did to my sister she disliked you |
| Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you |
| Gunnin' for riches, runnin' hoppin' project fences |
| Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits |
| And I’m far from finished, gamin' 'til my coffin diminish |
| Why pray for the afterlife when mine’s just beginnin', huh |
| …Promised Land… |
| …Promised Land… |
| Only son by a mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one |
| Every time I kiss one I miss one, let me explain |
| Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain |
| Watch the fate of my family slain, would never see good times a-gayn |
| Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame |
| My father bear the same name as his father, my grandfather |
| Wouldn’t believe, he pulled up our family tree |
| I can see him rolling over in his coffin |
| I’m left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter? |
| They say that’s ten times worse than manslaughter |
| Man you oughta, be dead in a grave |
| But it wasn’t my call, so instead you sat in a cage |
| High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward |
| Woulda been dead in an hour |
| Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard |
| Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker |
| (All my niggas listen, huh) |
| I stay a step ahead of the rest of y’all |
| Why I gotta keep a vest for y’all |
| Though I made it dog, I still stress for y’all |
| Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far |
| Pray to God my niggas see through all the checks and the cars |
| I’m tryin to invest in what’s ours, gimme a couple of years dog |
| I’ll turn your tears, stress, and your scars |
| Into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard |
| I’m tryin' to watch my kids wrestlin' y’alls |
| Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all |
| I know sometimes it get hard |
| Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars |
| Having a child is like a blessing from God |
| You just gotta work hard, can’t let your youngest star strip in that bar |
| I feel your pain, this shit is ripping my heart |
| But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind |
| Can’t reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme |
| I know what you’re feelin', I’m wiping your tears ma, it could happen in time |
| For now I take your tear, strife, suffering, imagine it mine, huh |