The Game Promised Land Lyrics

West Coast Resurrection Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 The Streetz of Compton
  • 3 Blacksox
  • 4 Krush Groove
  • 5 Troublesome
  • 6 Rookie Card
  • 7 Promised Land
  • 8 Gutta Boyz
  • 9 Put It in the Air
  • 10 Desperados
  • 11 100 Barz and Gunnin
  • 12 Work Hard
  • 13 Untold Story
  • 14 Outro
  • 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, uhh

    [The Game]
    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
    Shhhh, I'm still here, my mother's cries
    ***** no father figures make harder *****z
    Through the years, went to war with *****z 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, huh

    [The Game]
    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 a-gayn
    Cursed with pain by a ***** 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 ought of, 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
    Would of 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, ************

    [The Game]
    All my *****z listen, huh
    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 *****z 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 **** 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 wripin ya tears ma, it could happen in time
    For now I take your tear strife sufferin, imagine it mine, huh

    Written by: Kenny Lynch, Tony Hicks

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