Around My Way(Chorus)Around my way...Around my way...All the corners filled with sorrowAll the streets are filled with painAround my way...Around my way...Around my way...All the corners filled with sorrowAll the streets are filled with painAround my way...(1st Verse)People let me paint a pictureYou know I ain't a christianI ain't a muslim, ain't a jewI'm losing my religionI speak to god directlyI know my god respect meCause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed meI ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitalsSpit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles doReturn like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed tooStay away from ham like Abraham, Lord'll follow youEven when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a doYou gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother AmadouI'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in youYour love, plus hard work and ambitionWe gonna make it through, my songs is psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyricalThis is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror whoSitting home scratching off serials eating cerealThe way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracleWe got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridgeBread in the oven by the roasterWe be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bagsThey be laced with shitty swag and it really get me madThe way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our headswhen niggaz ain't become American till 9/11Feeling like you gotta sneak into heavenWhen the reverend looking like a pimp and the pimp look like the reverend(Chorus)Around my way...Around my way...All the corners filled with sorrowAll the streets are filled with painAround my way...These conditions make us strongAnd we create our own businesses so later onOur children have things in their name that they can say they ownA mix tape freestyle become your favorite songNo place like home when the cops ask you about your neighborsBeat on you, threaten to incarcerate youTill you spill your guys like you a Garcia VegaWe roll blunts not the papersCop the greatest take it coast to coastL.A. to Chicago like Smooth OperatorsCop the Dro and cop the blacksCop the four, cock it backDrop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking capBe a doctor or a lawyer or make your momma a promise thatYou'll finish school, but when you got a dream you gotta follow thatAnd make sure when you make it out the hood, you always holler backThink about what you got from thatAnd always put your dollars backOn top of that, this is a legacy and we a part of thatThe hood is where my heart is atCatch me around my way(Chorus)Around my way...Around my way...All the corners filled with sorrowAll the streets are filled with hateAround my way...Around my way...Around my way...All the corners filled with sorrowAll the streets are filled with painAround my way...
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(Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
(1st Verse)
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a christian
I ain't a muslim, ain't a jew
I'm losing my religion
I speak to god directly
I know my god respect me
Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me
I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitals
Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do
Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too
Stay away from ham like Abraham, Lord'll follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the block, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your love, plus hard work and ambition
We gonna make it through, my songs is psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggaz looking in the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal
The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad
The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads
when niggaz ain't become American till 9/11
Feeling like you gotta sneak into heaven
When the reverend looking like a pimp and the pimp look like the reverend
(Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
These conditions make us strong
And we create our own businesses so later on
Our children have things in their name that they can say they own
A mix tape freestyle become your favorite song
No place like home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Till you spill your guys like you a Garcia Vega
We roll blunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
L.A. to Chicago like Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the blacks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the flow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
Be a doctor or a lawyer or make your momma a promise that
You'll finish school, but when you got a dream you gotta follow that
And make sure when you make it out the hood, you always holler back
Think about what you got from that
And always put your dollars back
On top of that, this is a legacy and we a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
(Chorus)
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with hate
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
All the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way...
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