Big L - How Will I Make It Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistAiyo some people was born in heavenwith a silver spoon in they mouthAnd had everything taken to themon a silver platterAnd never had to work hard for nothingThen there are some peoplewho was born in the opposite world, of thosewas born heaven, which is called hellAnd had to work hard for everything they gotand never had nothing taken to themand never will[Verse One]I'm only at the age of tenand life already seems to melike was heading to a dead endCause my mom was smoking mad crackmy pops went out for a fast snackand never brought his ass backNobody knows how I feelit's quite ill that I have to stealto fill my stomach with a nice mealToo ashamed to walk the streetswearing the same cheap sneaksand dirty outfit for weeksEven my holidays got damagedCause on christmas I aksed Santafor a father and a hot sandwichI just can't take itand everyday I aks myselfHow will I make it?(Chorus)It seems like my life been cursed ever since I was a childAnd how will I make it?I won't, that's howI walk around with a frown I got no reason to smileAnd how will I make it?I won't, that's howAiyo times is rough I had to grow up foulAnd how will I make it?I won't, that's howI always knew that I'll end up doing time on a LAnd how will I make it?I won't, that's how[Verse Two]Five years past by, now I'm on the age of fifteenno more fun and games, it's time to get creamcause I'm about to burst, my life was cursedI went to church prayed everydaybut everything still got worseSoon I ran in to a couple of gunsstarted stalking the streets laterobbing suckers for fundsNow everyday I creep with the heatain't nothing sweetI rob for me, if I don't steal I don't eatThen I lost control and started going too farRobbed this brother named Umarand got snatched by the blue carWhere I grew up it was a living hellthen I started to realiseI'm better off in a prison cellNow I can sleep, now I can eatCan't hit skinz but I wasn't hitting skinzwhile I was in the streetsAiyo I just can't take itand everyday I aks myselfHow will I make it?(Chorus)[Verse Three]Doing time was full of stress Gall the fightings and stabbingsand men finding men sexyOne tried to test me didn't find it humerousbeat him with a pillowcase skilled with cans of tuna fishMy time came to a ceaseI'm back on the streets againI hope I won't get snatched by the beast againBut it's getting crazy hecticcause I'm broke and up *****in cagitive jar cause of my jail recordBefore you know I was robbing them Saint Duckseven started robbing homeless folks for their change cupsMy whole life was desertedeither I'ma go back to jail or get murderedbut do I deserve itAll I try to do was live the one life that I gotbut it seems that I can't get a fair shotI just can't take itand everyday I aks myselfHow will I make it?(Chorus)Word up man it's real rough out here manIn the ghetto all that remains for us iswait for a better tomorrowBut it gets no better it's only getting worseWord up
