Just Beginning (where I'm From) Lyrics - Untold Story Volume Ii - Game

Sometimes I wonder 

Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come up 

Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes 

But tomorrow's better than yesterday 

I was born in the slums, struggled from day one 

Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun 

No navigation, no sense of direction 

Darker complexion made it hard to live 

Dad, how you fathered your kids? 

Stranded on the highway of life 

Left us out to die, left us out to dry 

Shh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga 

No father figures make harder niggaz 

Through the years, went to war with niggaz 

From what I saw in the picture 

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Now your son is bigger, thirteen, looks just like you 

Mom said I would grow up and be just like you 

From what you did to my sister, she disliked you 

Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me, just like you 

Gunnin' for riches, runnin', hoppin' project fences 

Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits 

And I'm far from finished, gamin' till my coffee diminish 

Why pray for the after life when mines just beginnin', huh 

Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one 

Every time I kissed one, I missed one, let me explain 

Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain 

Watch the fate of my family slain would never see good times again 

Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame 

My father bear the same name as his father 

My grandfather wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree 

I can see him rollin' over in his coffin' 

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I'm left with often thoughts of how could you molest your daughter 

They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter 

Man, you oughta be dead in a grave 

But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage 

High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward 

Woulda been dead in an hour 

Heard you were scared to take a shower, scared of the yard 

Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker