Everything's Gonna Be Alright

歌詞

Doctor: Nurse Johnson, is the mother still in the recovery room? Nurse: Yes, Doctor Blair... Doctor: Ok, I'll go to the waiting room and inform the father it's a boy. Nurse: I'm afraid there is no father, sir Doctor: Another Ghetto bastard, huh? Nurse: I'm afraid so... Doctor: Well, put him with the rest of the born losers... Nurse: All right doctor...a shame isn't ist? Doctor: Not a shame, a problem! Smooth it out... This is a story about the drifter... Who headed for the worse (because) the best live (across) town Who never planned on having so didn't... Why me, huh?! Chorus: Everything's gonna be all right (all right) Everything's gonna be all right (all right) Everything's gonna be all right (all right) Now hush, everything's gonna be all right (all right) Look... Some get a little and some get none Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done I was one who never had and always mad Never knew my dad...motherfuck the fag! Well anyway I did pick ups, lift and click ups See many stick ups 'cos niggas had the trigger hick-ups I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out I walked the strip, with just a clip, who wanna hit Thank God I'm quick, I had to eat this money as good as spent A 'do them braids, I wasn't paid enough I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a hair-cut I got laughed at, I got jumped, I got dissed I got upset, I got a tick and a banana clip With down the flow, don't let them any dealin' tackhead A celebate rope, so a lotta good it woulda did Or done, if not bad luck I would have none Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one? Why when I was a kid and played I was the sad one? And always wanted to live like this or that one? Chorus A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects Livin' in the slums with bums I said now why Treach Do I have to be like this, mama said I'm priceless So I am, I'm worthless, starvin', that's just what being nice gets Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then though To stop the hell I woulda ended things a while ago I ain't have jack, but a black hat and knap-sack War scars, stolen cars and a blackjack Drop that, and now you want me to rap again... Say something positive? Well positive ain't where I live I live right around the corner from West hell Two blocks from south shit, and once in a jail cell The sun never shine on my side of the street see? And only once or twice a week God would speak I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids and cars with chrome Some life, if you ain't wear gold, your style was old And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way But hey, never gamble in a game that you can't play I'm gonna flow it on and on and on and not now... How will I do it, how will I make it, I won't, that's how! Why me, huh? Chorus My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said I don't do jack but fightin' lightin' up the streets at night Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddie's wife Some say I'm rolling on, I'm nothing but a dog now I answer that with a "fuck you" and a bow-wow 'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week Than the fly flowin' in doo-doo on a concrete I've been a dead beat, dead to the world and dead wrong Since I was born, that's my life, oh you don't know that song? So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel, so kill it skillet And all that talking about it won't help it out, now will it? In Illtown, feel like I stuck up, propped got shot Don't worry, got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast They teach in schools, I'm the misfits how I outlast But that's cool, with the books smack them backwards That's what you get when you're fuckin' with a ghetto bastard If you ain't never been to the ghetto Don't ever come to the ghetto 'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto So stay the fuck out of the ghetto Why me, Why me