Текст песни: Ice-T - I Must Stand



Nobody ever said life was gon` be easy

But damn..



[ VERSE 1 ]

Just a kid, moms died when I was seven

Pops died, eleven, what`s up with heaven?

It`s hell when you`re an orphan at a early age

This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage

In the heart of a child who never knew his roots

Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots

Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk

Truckin diamonds and gold

Rubberbands around the bankrolls

Fly girls to make your head spin

Seemed they partied all night long

I was like, "Put me on"

But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play

Take your butt to school or else you`ll have to be like us one day"

I didn`t understand, but I tried to get a job

While all the players got the girls cause they`d hustle and rob

I was like makin `bout 1-50 a week

And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat



And I know I can be better than this

I gotta get me a car, man

I gotta get a girl



I know I can do it out there, man

I`m finna go for it, man

I gotta get some money

Word



[ VERSE 2 ]

Streets of anger, trouble and crime

I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime

But I never let another player see me down

I kept my front up, my gear clean

Even when checkin minor green

Brothers knew my game was true

So I hooked up with the real crew

That knew excactly what to do

Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools

Pimpin hoes on the block

Checkin cash non-stop

Crack spots, armor with interior bars

No lie, I used to own `bout 15 cars

Every piece Fila made

Drape my women in suede

Pavet Piaget, Cesar`s Palace holidays

It was on, crazy out of control

We made up the word `ballin`, that was how we rolled

But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea

It`s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years



What

Daff is dead?

Carter got 25 years?

Nah..

Spike 35 to life?

Nah, don`t tell me B.O.`s dead, man

I don`t wanna hear that, man

I was just with him



[ VERSE 3 ]

The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young

Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun

I get phone calls from condemned row

Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know

They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen

You`re the one that got away, don`t wanna see you in"

They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal

Don`t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel"

I marched two million strong in D.C.

Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me

Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days

But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise

And bein black ain`t easy, prejudice is real

But health and liberty is all we need for us to build

We gotta come together, unseparated

Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we`re all related

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Nobody ever said life was gon` be easy

But damn..



[ VERSE 1 ]

Just a kid, moms died when I was seven

Pops died, eleven, what`s up with heaven?

It`s hell when you`re an orphan at a early age

This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage

In the heart of a child who never knew his roots

Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots

Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk

Truckin diamonds and gold

Rubberbands around the bankrolls

Fly girls to make your head spin

Seemed they partied all night long

I was like, "Put me on"

But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play

Take your butt to school or else you`ll have to be like us one day"

I didn`t understand, but I tried to get a job

While all the players got the girls cause they`d hustle and rob

I was like makin `bout 1-50 a week

And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat



And I know I can be better than this

I gotta get me a car, man

I gotta get a girl



I know I can do it out there, man

I`m finna go for it, man

I gotta get some money

Word



[ VERSE 2 ]

Streets of anger, trouble and crime

I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime

But I never let another player see me down

I kept my front up, my gear clean

Even when checkin minor green

Brothers knew my game was true

So I hooked up with the real crew

That knew excactly what to do

Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools

Pimpin hoes on the block

Checkin cash non-stop

Crack spots, armor with interior bars

No lie, I used to own `bout 15 cars

Every piece Fila made

Drape my women in suede

Pavet Piaget, Cesar`s Palace holidays

It was on, crazy out of control

We made up the word `ballin`, that was how we rolled

But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea

It`s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years



What

Daff is dead?

Carter got 25 years?

Nah..

Spike 35 to life?

Nah, don`t tell me B.O.`s dead, man

I don`t wanna hear that, man

I was just with him



[ VERSE 3 ]

The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young

Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun

I get phone calls from condemned row

Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know

They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen

You`re the one that got away, don`t wanna see you in"

They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal

Don`t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel"

I marched two million strong in D.C.

Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me

Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days

But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise

And bein black ain`t easy, prejudice is real

But health and liberty is all we need for us to build

We gotta come together, unseparated

Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we`re all related

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