Testo Who I Am - Mac
Testo della canzone Who I Am (Mac), tratta dall'album Chicago
It feels good to be home
I said it feels good
Yeah
Mac
I come from the west side though it hot
Talkin' 'bout keep hope alive
Wasn't no hope where I resided
All I heard was police sirens
Used to tote and I grew up in all of that
As a kid I had about three or four sacks of weed
Now wasn't no man around, I had to be all of that
Father to my sister, brother, all we had was us, each other
Mama kept us out the gutter
But the struggle that was real, cousins hit the block to deal
Me I hit the books, ain't had a heart to bang, man that was them
Wanted to at one point, cuzzo beat me down that day
Told me "boy go on and play, use that knowledge, get away
Help your people if you need to
Ain't too many of us like you, only twelve
But you smarter than I am and I'm in high school, bet"
Went across town 'bout an hour away
Mom wanted me to get an education
A great one, no backyard ish
Away from the drugs and the foolishness
Everybody wanna be D. Rose and Frank Lucas
Or Street Fighter, ha, you can do whatever you want
Or whatever you can
I come from the streets, but that's not who I am
I said do whatever you want, and whatever you can
Cause just cause you come from the streets
Don't mean that that's who you is, yeah
And I don't give a fuck about you, yeah
Cause you don't give a fuck about me, yeah
That's how they feel about my city
Hit the corner store and get the flaming hots
With the cheese and meat, that felt like a victory
Wasn't no tax in these streets
A bag of chips was 25 cent
I'm just wonderin' where the time went
Lotta homies dead or in jail, but I made new ones
Lotta people made it out but there was not a blueprint
You can rap or you can play ball
Family hustled, wasn't in class for roll call
I was on the honor roll, ain't really feel too wanted though
The bad kids in class got the girlies, had the freshest clothes
I was just the funny one, flaming king
If you ain't from the city probably wonder what that mean
Roast you out your socks folk, damn your breath is hot yo
Smell like you been eatin' ass sandwiches and pot roll, yah yah
Tic-tac, tic-tac, I think I still got it
Call this chillmatic and I'm still at it, yah
And I come from the city
And all my niggas come from there too
And I come from the city
Don't come around there if we don't know you
I said I come from the city
And my niggas they from there too
And we from the city
Don't come around there if we don't know you
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Mac Powell, Mark D. Lee, Bradley B. C. Avery, Samuel Tai Anderson, David Carr
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