Tonart: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
D
Em
D
Em
Verse 1
D
even know the tears I cry,
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye,
D
Em
but one thing I know for sure,
D
I'm gonna make it up out
D
Em
D
They don't even know the tears I cry,
Em
I strap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure,
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
I tell them let me loose,
D
I tell them let me free
Em
Cause I am more than the streets
and whatever you believe
D
Em
Strap up my boots and leave, get away
Em
Survived the recession,
though times are hard
my mind is progressing
Find a profession,
D
they kindly wanna find you with weapons
From dime to the nine,
Em
before you get there buy
you a necklace
Times have been reckless,
D
but tell me is it you to blame?
Em
Shooting aim shots at each other,
it's the usual game, who to blame?
D
Em
I tried lifting,
D
but niggas only want lifting
Em
Whether it come in green form
or white that you sniffing
Might be tripping, thinking damn,
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I wonder if it's a better way
Em
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Em
Or will I be a millionaire,
try to post a better date
D
Em
It smells the way it smelled,
D
years before the revolution
Em
If you revolve around revolvers,
there's no evolution
D
Em
D
Only solution is to think about
your bank account
Em
Got your kids and your family
hoping one day you'll make it out
They even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
Shit, racks, shit, check, fuck recession
D
I'm electin' to make it hell,
My progression through
these deader rails
D
Em
D
Childhood, was a child of the hood
Em
Tryna find the good in the
evil climates I stood
D
Em
Climbed up, bruised, cut, scraped,
Em
They shattered niggas' dreams,
made them huff -puff
I blew the bitch down
D
Without the 50 -pound Glock or 9
Em
Once I found I could rhyme
D
Em
I designed escapes from the finer places
D
Em
Where I could find the papers
Without illegal capers
D
Em
D
You think a crib, I'm thinkin' acres
Em
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Em
Far away from the avenue
It's dangerous, cause days was
D
Em
D
Full of stress, wear a vest, daily dress
Em
Ma, keepin' the box cut up
between her breasts
D
Em
D
Test positive for AIDS, daddy died early
Em
Grave never second -guessed
choices I made
Shit, I made it now
You know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this skid -toe
D
Em
D
They don't even know the tears I cried,
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eyes
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure,
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
It seems I already made it
D
since they tore it down
Em
Who the hell built a whole building
just to blow it down?
Em
why you getting spare
Em
Down on the six -pack
and playing cards with your mama
D
Em
It's a bigger, better, brighter day,
D
at least that's what I thought about
Em
Reaching for the preacher,
now they the ones who they calling out
D
Em
All about paper,
D
no saviors in the ghetto streets
Em
D
The message is, eat the liver,
Em
a lot of us is still to eat
D
Em
D
I feel the weak, blind, crazy,
cause they down to not
Em
Might not be the best,
but you still got something to smile about
D
Em
Child is out of school,
D
but no food is on the table though
D
so little child ain't got no place to go
Em
Ain't no place to grow,
Em
Realize the power of what's meant to be
D
Em
I gotta vent and leave,
D
to clear my innermost thoughts
Em
Tuggin' on the strenuous path
that most walk
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye
D
Em
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
D
Em
They don't even know the tears I cry
D
Em
I scrap up my boots and dry my eye
But one thing I know for sure
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
I'ma make it up out this ghetto
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
D
Em
Thank
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