Текст песни Grand Puba - How Many More
Grand Puba - How Many More слова песни
Pour it out
How many more gotta die
How many more mothers gotta cry
How many more locked away for life
Just tryin` to get a piece of the pie
The struggle continues, we hate each other
And we don`t know the reason why, petty shit
Crabs in the back room, holdin` each other back
Until the day we die, uh
I been droppin` knowledge like this for a long long time
They don`t feel me
When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly
Long as I`m sittin` bullshit is just fine
But when I speak on them, that`s when they draw the line
Conspiracy is a theory, let`s promote the black-on-black
Niggas don`t know how to act
Let em` send each other back
Too many shorties dyin` everyday
Too many niggas bein` locked away
Realize what`s really goin` on
And how the black community got so torn
How many more mothers gotta mourn
He didn`t make eightten and he`s livin` in the lawn
Somebody tell me what`s that all about
There`s too many shorties checkin` out
My nigga`s locked up for a lifetime
Didn`t even get a chance to use his lifeline
The game is setup for you to lose
So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise
Focus get cha` head straight, fix ya plate
Learn from others and don`t make the same mistake
Know 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 ledge
Cause if you don`t know the ledge you droppin` off edge
The hood drama is horrific
Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific
I`m not standin` here tryin` to be no preacher
But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya
See I`m here to enter brain then I entertain
Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain
Cause everyday somebody else is gettin` blown
But we don`t moan until it hits close to home
Hear me y`all cause the numbers seem to multiply
And that`s the reason that I ask myself
How many more gotta die
How many more mothers gotta cry
How many more locked away for life
Just tryin` to get a piece of the pie
The struggle continues, we hate each other
And we don`t know the reason why, petty shit
Crabs in the back room, holdin` each other back
Until the day we die, uh