Don't get too big for your britches and forget where you came
Claimin' your name and not claimin' your fame
Have to dial another but another's not the one to blame
I couldn't blame you if you were not in the rap game
Got enough room to light a brother can't breathe now
[?] can't put us down
We got to overcome the struggle, learn to love one another
Instead of doubting each other, [?]
Everybody ain't got it good, I sure wish they could
But even the brothers givin' us [?]
"Fight the power" is what they say, [?] is where we stay
And roaches and raps is how it is, black
The only way to survive is to energize and criticize
Once you realize you're inferior in their eyes
Count your blessings not your curses [?] short
[?] your hood, and you're shit out of luck
I'm not saying [?], that could only [?]
You think [?]
Put your right in front of your left, and baby watch your step
No dissing your hood, cause it's a
Long way home
(Ain't nothin' to it but to do it!)
So where do we go now, or do we all fall down?
Or do we take a stand and demand a chance?
So we can all survive and live our own lives
It's hard bein' black, but I'm proud of that
And as a matter of fact, I probably live better than
A rich man who couldn't understand the pain
Gettin' back on the right track, fightin' the system
Runnin' from the enemy that's tryin' to get with him
Stayin' off the drugs that was meant to bring us down
And runnin' from a native in our own town
Run away boy, run away, the struggle, see aware
You done moved to No Man's Land, so now you don't care
You left your [?] there, "So what? I got out, so can they"
But it ain't that easy gettin' paid
I'm really glad we can get enough, doin' our own stuff
Sayin' you want out, brother you just don't give a huh
You can turn around now, it's never too late
Don't play yourself out, cause it ain't gotta be that way
So hey, don't get mad at me, mister, I can't say nothin'
Frontin' like a roller callin' me a side buster
Don't get mad at me, when your girl has to jump
And send your rollin' ass back to where you came from
(Ain't nothin' to it but to do it!)
Now what is this I hear? Only the one, and nobody does it better
Moved into a condo, now wasn't that clever?
But you did have to stray, so get your nice things
It wasn't moving up your fingertips to help your earn your fat grip
But stealin' all you runnin' down a sister on the struggle
Helpin' out her mother and brother tryin' to bust a bubble
It happens everywhere, but escape is impossible
Brothers in the nineties always doubting each other
You say you don't know no better, you gotta go for self
But baby watch your step, and thank the lord for your wealth
It's gettin' kinda hectic, but please sister know
That when you walk out that door, you can't come back no more (See ya!)
Think about it before you chance it, don't work if you're free
Brothers ain't on welfare cause they want to be
Let us shout, we want out, they want out, no respect
That's why we still living in the projects
It ain't where we want to be, but damn, can you help us out?
Instead of talkin' about, you should be livin' about
Talkin' about sell out, you done walked the hell out
This is the stuff I'm talkin' about, see it's a
Long way home
Yeah, huh
Yeah
(Ain't nothin' to it but to do it!)
(Give it up)
Yo-Yo's in full effect, 1992. I'm beyond steppin'. I'm beyond stompin'. I'm kickin' my way into the nineties. You know what I'm sayin'? Kick it. Yeah. Two times for the hood. Yeah. Three times for the hood. Give it to 'em. Yeah, come on, give it to 'em. Yeah, uh huh. I like that too. Uh huh. Break it down for me. Yeah. Let it. Uh huh. Yeah. There we go, break it down, yeah. Uh, yeah, here we go, here we go, let it go. Ha ha ha. Yeah! 1992 style, baby! Yeah, always in the house
