Lyrics:
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
that's the old me
Village boy living life in the big city
Riding round centre it get hot, piffy
I like getting high cause i forget my sorrows
I get fly,
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one room shack that slept ten
soul's are livin'
The past ways and fast days
I remember I was a youngsta
Pops bumpin' Busta with Dilla
The Tribe and the village from
The slums really was
line sniffers
Shot callin' but y'all triggered, that's y'all business
In Park Hill and the Slum Village we all dealers
And y'all feel us, the feelin'
Slum village with the feeling, get a beat
I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it)
Huh, you ain't ready for the realest high
Suck it right between the ceiling
Stand
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand
Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I
When we're alone
From all
that we always overcome
We were never made to be slums
Nor slums in the village
We were made royalty
Our ancestors require loyalty
Which defines family
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
Burned villages
Children cry
Burned fields
Mothers die
Smeared faces crying
Thousands fell on battlefields
Standing by my horse
The battered
the village
Worship the Prince, or you'll die by the stone
Drink from the cup of distortions
They write the word, tell you what to believe
But castles are built
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
time
No Marty McFly, I can't go back to the slum
Village of villains and niggas
Sellin' them dimes
That shit could fuck up your mind
Or it could turn men
back, I'm at peace at night
No more cops, no more Rodney King's
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
AIDS don't exist, plus my
of the fittest is replaced
By survival of the wisest
Let us dream of the great and sudden splendor
Of a new tomorrow let us dream of
The full flowering of a
New
It's Cus of how much I care for you why the struggle is so intense,
The responsibility I feel for you,
To do right by you,
To love you and give you
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