Текст песни Grand Puba - How Many More
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Pour it outHow many more gotta dieHow many more mothers gotta cryHow many more locked away for lifeJust tryin` to get a piece of the pieThe struggle continues, we hate each otherAnd we don`t know the reason why, petty shitCrabs in the back room, holdin` each other backUntil the day we die, uhI been droppin` knowledge like this for a long long timeThey don`t feel meWhen I strive to help the dumb deaf flyLong as I`m sittin` bullshit is just fineBut when I speak on them, that`s when they draw the lineConspiracy is a theory, let`s promote the black-on-blackNiggas don`t know how to actLet em` send each other backToo many shorties dyin` everydayToo many niggas bein` locked awayRealize what`s really goin` onAnd how the black community got so tornHow many more mothers gotta mournHe didn`t make eightten and he`s livin` in the lawnSomebody tell me what`s that all aboutThere`s too many shorties checkin` outMy nigga`s locked up for a lifetimeDidn`t even get a chance to use his lifelineThe game is setup for you to loseSo watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruiseFocus get cha` head straight, fix ya plateLearn from others and don`t make the same mistakeKnow who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin`The worst thing about life is not knowin`Knowledge break it down it`s know to ledgeCause if you don`t know the ledge you droppin` off edgeThe hood drama is horrificEnough ghetto tears for years that could fill up PacificI`m not standin` here tryin` to be no preacherBut each one, teach one, hope I reach yaSee I`m here to enter brain then I entertainThose who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya painCause everyday somebody else is gettin` blownBut we don`t moan until it hits close to homeHear me y`all cause the numbers seem to multiplyAnd that`s the reason that I ask myselfHow many more gotta dieHow many more mothers gotta cryHow many more locked away for lifeJust tryin` to get a piece of the pieThe struggle continues, we hate each otherAnd we don`t know the reason why, petty shitCrabs in the back room, holdin` each other backUntil the day we die, uh