Can-O-Corn

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 mother fuckin' kids
That's why a young nigga learned how to steal, see
Shopliftin' laid me a lot of meals
But I remember day 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 if I never make it to the mountain top
Fuck it! I fight for hip hop
Not everybody can relate to what I been through
Even though some front and they pretend to
Know about the life of a kid and the strife
When 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 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
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
A few years later, I pledge to the set
I'm growin' up but I ain't grown yet
It's funny how the strain in a life fille 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 Bunney, Santa Claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no mother fuckin' way no ho
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and I'm down with the 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 bone
Get'cha self together, word is born
Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn