Can-o-corn Lyrics by Coolio

Can-o-corn Lyrics

    Back in the days when i was a young buck
    Stuck like a truck gettin shit 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 fucked up when there's dope in the crib
    No food in the kitchen for the motherfuckin kids
    That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,see
    Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
    But i remember days when the cupboard was bare and
    Life was unfair but who the fuck cares?
    I still hear momma,what she used to tell me
    That you don't get shit in this life for free
    And even if i never ever make it to the mountain top
    Fuck 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 fuck that we had in the kitchen

    A few years later,i pledge a legions 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 bitch 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 fuck so we ate a lot of pork
    And it ain't no motherfuckin 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 death
    Cos a man without pride ain't got shit 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

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