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   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, 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 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