Promised Land lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Promised Land



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 Sometimes I wonder

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

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, I'm still here, 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



Now your son is bigger, 13 but just like you

Moms 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' 'til my coffee
diminish

Why pray for the afterlife when mines just
beginnin'



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, that have 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



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 was scared to take a shower, scared of
the yard

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



All my niggaz listen

I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all

Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all

Though I made it dog, I still stress for
y'all?



Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so
far

Pray to God my niggaz, see through all the checks
and the cars

I'm tryin' to invest in what's ours, gimme a
couple of years dog

I'll turn your tears stress and your scars



Into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard

I'm tryin' to watch my kids wrestlin' yours

Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a
vest on 'em all

I know sometimes it get hard



Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars

Havin' a child is like a blessing from God

You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest
star strip in that bar

I feel your pain, this shit is rippin' my
heart



But where and when do we start, listen to the
voice in back of my mind

Can't reach all my women so I attack it in
rhyme

I know what you're feelin', I'm wipin' ya tears
ma, it could happen in time

For now I take your tear strife sufferin',
imagine it mine