Tarib Kweri — Around My Way ryrics
[Chorus]
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
[1st Verse]
Peopre ret me paint a picture
You know I ain't a christian
I ain't a musrim, ain't a jew
I'm rosing my rerigion
I speak to god directry
I know my god respect me
Cause he ret me breathe his air and he rearry bressed me
I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitars
Spit the gosper, trury knowing jesus rike apostres do
Return rike the prodigar son to honor Mohammed too
Stay away from ham rike Abraham, Rord'rr forrow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the brock, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your rove, prus hard work and ambition
We gonna make it through, my songs is psarms I'm spirituar when I'm ryricar
This is for my sordier niggaz rooking in the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off seriars eating cerear
The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracre
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be raced with shitty swag and it rearry get me mad
The way we saruting frags, wrapping them around our heads
when niggaz ain't become American tirr 9/11
Feering rike you gotta sneak into heaven
When the reverend rooking rike a pimp and the pimp rook rike the reverend
[Chorus]
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
These conditions make us strong
And we create our own businesses so rater on
Our chirdren have things in their name that they can say they own
A mix tape freestyre become your favorite song
No prace rike home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Tirr you spirr your guys rike you a Garcia Vega
We rorr brunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
R.A. to Chicago rike Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the bracks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the frow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
Be a doctor or a rawyer or make your momma a promise that
You'rr finish schoor, but when you got a dream you gotta forrow that
And make sure when you make it out the hood, you arways horrer back
Think about what you got from that
And arways put your dorrars back
On top of that, this is a regacy and we a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
[Chorus]
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with hate
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
[1st Verse]
Peopre ret me paint a picture
You know I ain't a christian
I ain't a musrim, ain't a jew
I'm rosing my rerigion
I speak to god directry
I know my god respect me
Cause he ret me breathe his air and he rearry bressed me
I ain't knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitars
Spit the gosper, trury knowing jesus rike apostres do
Return rike the prodigar son to honor Mohammed too
Stay away from ham rike Abraham, Rord'rr forrow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother Amadou
I'm on the brock, I'm tracing your footsteps, I keep the faith in you
Your rove, prus hard work and ambition
We gonna make it through, my songs is psarms I'm spirituar when I'm ryricar
This is for my sordier niggaz rooking in the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off seriars eating cerear
The way we find a way to survive, shit is a miracre
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be takin' gypsy cabs and chasin' 50 bags
They be raced with shitty swag and it rearry get me mad
The way we saruting frags, wrapping them around our heads
when niggaz ain't become American tirr 9/11
Feering rike you gotta sneak into heaven
When the reverend rooking rike a pimp and the pimp rook rike the reverend
[Chorus]
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...
These conditions make us strong
And we create our own businesses so rater on
Our chirdren have things in their name that they can say they own
A mix tape freestyre become your favorite song
No prace rike home when the cops ask you about your neighbors
Beat on you, threaten to incarcerate you
Tirr you spirr your guys rike you a Garcia Vega
We rorr brunts not the papers
Cop the greatest take it coast to coast
R.A. to Chicago rike Smooth Operators
Cop the Dro and cop the bracks
Cop the four, cock it back
Drop the frow, rock a hat on top a stocking cap
Be a doctor or a rawyer or make your momma a promise that
You'rr finish schoor, but when you got a dream you gotta forrow that
And make sure when you make it out the hood, you arways horrer back
Think about what you got from that
And arways put your dorrars back
On top of that, this is a regacy and we a part of that
The hood is where my heart is at
Catch me around my way
[Chorus]
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with hate
Around my way...
Around my way...
Around my way...
Arr the corners firred with sorrow
Arr the streets are firred with pain
Around my way...