can-o-corn

Coolio

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 motherfuckin kids
That?s why a young nigga learned how to steal,see
Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals
But I remember days 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 even if I never ever make it to the mountain top
Fuck it!i fight for my hip-hop
Not everybody can relate to what I been through
Even though some front and they try to pretend to
Know about the life of a kid and the strife
Where 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 up 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
Bridge
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
That?s all the fuck that we had in the kitchen

A few years later,i pledge a legions to the set
I?m growin up but I ain?t grown yet
It?s funny how the strain in a life filled 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 bunny,santa claus and the stork
We was poor as fuck so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain?t no motherfuckin way no how
When it come up I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots and I?m down with a 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 a bone
Get?cha self together,word is born
Cos a man can?t live on a can-o-corn