I Didnt Ask To Come Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

I Didnt Ask To Come Lyrics

    Everyday somebody gets killed
    What's the deal it's 1995
    And a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dream
    I want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a king
    I know i take for granted at times for what i got
    Still hustlin' and bustlin'
    And now and then i stand a pop or two to come up
    A steady battle through the days
    Mamma think i'm wrong because i wanna get paid
    The system aint given t-mo a chance
    22 on the loose and black
    Trying to get the noose a little slack around my neck
    They making it hard for a brother to cope
    It's still illegal to smoke cess cause they can't tax
    I'm ready to go up shit until they give my freedom back.

    Service to what, who
    Damn, you got caught sought away out
    The trait is getting full, calling up your pull
    But pull aint got it.
    I fell cold inside like
    A man sleeping on pavement
    Under the bridge of i-20 west
    And stress on the face of the man
    Cussing out the atmosphere with nobody close enough to hear
    And who dat miss they fee
    Cuz all they personal shit
    Is sitting on the front lawn of apple tree
    And for those who aint got take
    Before the owner shows back up with the u-haul
    Police you call
    But wasn't no marshall there to watch your stuff
    See i stand tall to this world
    Like a kid walking rapping his rhymes to himself
    A book on a shelf of many
    Mc's seen them come and go
    Style free with cool breeze
    Til it's thick like dat fog
    Stacking away my extra for a engine for tha hog
    Dropping a point from the east
    >from a location out tha trees
    360 degrees.

    Born into these crooked ways
    I never even ask to come so now
    I'm living in the days
    I struggle and fight to stay alive
    Hoping that one day i'd earn the chance to die
    Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one
    Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...

    Niggas aint getting no where fast but, closer to the hearse
    Why sunbeam burst off baskets nearly blinding me
    Almost dropped ma end of the casket
    Woodgrain and the only thang on my brain
    Is where this coward hang
    (swats) south west atlanta fountain lane
    Forgot the batch niggah got thirty years
    Lord forgive me and my foes i know
    Revenge is best served when cold by those
    Who feel no guilt
    God don't care whether you got a spade or not
    Aint no turning in your playing hand you was dealt
    Better tighten up your belt man, always go with
    The first instinct because, i don't make the rules
    Oooh, you know how it is in these streets
    Victims rarely get a chance to think twice

    As he laid in the final resting place
    He had such a peaceful expression in his face
    My visions blurry from crying
    But it aint hard to see that
    At any time it coulda been me
    It's about 90 degrees outside
    But yet it felt like i'm froze
    The ceremonies come to a close
    I toss a rose but just can't seem to walk away yet
    Damn i done fucked around and got upset
    But it aint nothing we can do
    It's bigger than me and you
    One day our time coming too
    So aint no use in being sad
    Leaving here was probably the best gift he ever had
    We should be glad
    Maybe his life was something
    That he had to give to show me
    That i need to be responsible about how i live
    I won't complain about my pain
    But i just aint gone let my niggas die in vain
    So bean i'm gone make it for you
    The cycle that these young black men keep goin through
    I'm gone break it for you
    And start takin care of me
    And me consist of all my friends and my family
    From now on, until i'm gone.

    Born into these crooked ways
    I never even ask to come so now
    I'm living in the days
    I struggle and fight to stay alive
    Hoping that one day i'd earn the chance to die
    Pallbearer to this one, pallbearer to that one
    Can't seem to get a grip 'cause, my palms is sweatin' ...

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