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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

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