Hey, listen
When something is born, man
It's brought into existence
You know, but it doesn't stop there
Because born is a process
It's phases of development
You know, we go through three trimesters
To be born physically
And spend the rest of our lives
Being born again into better versions of ourselves, or not
So we gotta knowledge that equality
You know we gotta be aware that wherever we're at
Is just a platform for that next chapter in our book of life
Ya dig? So what you gonna write about
Yeah You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Who we praising we hell raising
Our parents invented our struggle
We felt hatred, shell casings
Rround Tamir and Antwon
Yutes that fell from pale faces
Cooked up coke up it smell fragrant
Free lunch had a stale flavour
We still ate it though
Mom made tapes off the radio
She tried to shoot my dad
What we supposed to tell neighbours, yo
It's really a funny story
And nothing was hunky-dory
All 3 of us were raised different
Section 8 niggas
Roller blading in these streets of rage
Eating pizza in hate's kitchen
Coming home late, I'm trying not to wake niggas
Climbing on my roof to get in my room
Scraped skin, my face twitching
Electric cut the summer before I bounced
The year was 2000, I don't remember the amount
My father drunk stumbling in the house
And punching me in my mouth
I had to do for my self
Who could of helped
Became ruthless as hell
Caught between a booth or a cell
That was my tipping point
Turned from ball points to hollow points
14 years old
Clapping at niggas on road
14 years old
Had to find a way in through the back door
Different colour money and passports
Getting more than we asked for
You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, Vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
You ain't come up like we did
Oh no no no you ain't come up like we did
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Youthful arrogance had me feeling invincible
Denise gave me my temper but made sure that I was sensible
Until I started fighting at school
She slapped the principal
No one could believe that shit, yo it was wild
The 90s was a hell of a time
I was a child
It's difficult trying to talk about my parents and smile
But what can you do
That's how I'm wearing it now
Me and my father started speaking
But we aware how it sounds
Aint that some shit
The Raptors won the chip right after my mom passed
I aint speak to none of her family, f*ck that
Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un
Ma'salaama my momma was gone too soon
We aint speak for a year before she past but I'll hold that L
Theres somethings I'm still sitting on that I could never tell
Maisha ni ngumu
Na usi sahau ku ongea na mungu
Kwasababu atakupatia nguvu
Na usi trust mtu, usi trust mtu
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English
Hey, listen
When something is born, man
It's brought into existence
You know, but it doesn't stop there
Because born is a process
It's phases of development
You know, we go through three trimesters
To be born physically
And spend the rest of our lives
Being born again into better versions of ourselves, or not
So we gotta knowledge that equality
You know we gotta be aware that wherever we're at
Is just a platform for that next chapter in our book of life
Ya dig? So what you gonna write about
Yeah You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Who we praising we hell raising
Our parents invented our struggle
We felt hatred, shell casings
Rround Tamir and Antwon
Yutes that fell from pale faces
Cooked up coke up it smell fragrant
Free lunch had a stale flavour
We still ate it though
Mom made tapes off the radio
She tried to shoot my dad
What we supposed to tell neighbours, yo
It's really a funny story
And nothing was hunky-dory
All 3 of us were raised different
Section 8 niggas
Roller blading in these streets of rage
Eating pizza in hate's kitchen
Coming home late, I'm trying not to wake niggas
Climbing on my roof to get in my room
Scraped skin, my face twitching
Electric cut the summer before I bounced
The year was 2000, I don't remember the amount
My father drunk stumbling in the house
And punching me in my mouth
I had to do for my self
Who could of helped
Became ruthless as hell
Caught between a booth or a cell
That was my tipping point
Turned from ball points to hollow points
14 years old
Clapping at niggas on road
14 years old
Had to find a way in through the back door
Different colour money and passports
Getting more than we asked for
You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, Vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
You ain't come up like we did
Oh no no no you ain't come up like we did
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Youthful arrogance had me feeling invincible
Denise gave me my temper but made sure that I was sensible
Until I started fighting at school
She slapped the principal
No one could believe that shit, yo it was wild
The 90s was a hell of a time
I was a child
It's difficult trying to talk about my parents and smile
But what can you do
That's how I'm wearing it now
Me and my father started speaking
But we aware how it sounds
Aint that some shit
The Raptors won the chip right after my mom passed
I aint speak to none of her family, f*ck that
Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un
Ma'salaama my momma was gone too soon
We aint speak for a year before she past but I'll hold that L
Theres somethings I'm still sitting on that I could never tell
Maisha ni ngumu
Na usi sahau ku ongea na mungu
Kwasababu atakupatia nguvu
Na usi trust mtu, usi trust mtu
When something is born, man
It's brought into existence
You know, but it doesn't stop there
Because born is a process
It's phases of development
You know, we go through three trimesters
To be born physically
And spend the rest of our lives
Being born again into better versions of ourselves, or not
So we gotta knowledge that equality
You know we gotta be aware that wherever we're at
Is just a platform for that next chapter in our book of life
Ya dig? So what you gonna write about
Yeah You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Who we praising we hell raising
Our parents invented our struggle
We felt hatred, shell casings
Rround Tamir and Antwon
Yutes that fell from pale faces
Cooked up coke up it smell fragrant
Free lunch had a stale flavour
We still ate it though
Mom made tapes off the radio
She tried to shoot my dad
What we supposed to tell neighbours, yo
It's really a funny story
And nothing was hunky-dory
All 3 of us were raised different
Section 8 niggas
Roller blading in these streets of rage
Eating pizza in hate's kitchen
Coming home late, I'm trying not to wake niggas
Climbing on my roof to get in my room
Scraped skin, my face twitching
Electric cut the summer before I bounced
The year was 2000, I don't remember the amount
My father drunk stumbling in the house
And punching me in my mouth
I had to do for my self
Who could of helped
Became ruthless as hell
Caught between a booth or a cell
That was my tipping point
Turned from ball points to hollow points
14 years old
Clapping at niggas on road
14 years old
Had to find a way in through the back door
Different colour money and passports
Getting more than we asked for
You ain't come up like we did
(Hauku, hauku)
No no no you ain't come up like we did
(Vile sisi, Vile sisi)
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
(Tu-tuli tuli zaliwa)
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
You ain't come up like we did
Oh no no no you ain't come up like we did
You get a different America depending on your color and passport
And you see me and my niggas we had to find a way in through the back door
Youthful arrogance had me feeling invincible
Denise gave me my temper but made sure that I was sensible
Until I started fighting at school
She slapped the principal
No one could believe that shit, yo it was wild
The 90s was a hell of a time
I was a child
It's difficult trying to talk about my parents and smile
But what can you do
That's how I'm wearing it now
Me and my father started speaking
But we aware how it sounds
Aint that some shit
The Raptors won the chip right after my mom passed
I aint speak to none of her family, f*ck that
Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un
Ma'salaama my momma was gone too soon
We aint speak for a year before she past but I'll hold that L
Theres somethings I'm still sitting on that I could never tell
Maisha ni ngumu
Na usi sahau ku ongea na mungu
Kwasababu atakupatia nguvu
Na usi trust mtu, usi trust mtu
Writer: Farooq Al-Said, Victor Muthama
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid