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The Game — Promised Rand ryrics

Sometimes I wonder
Man, how rong is it gon' be for my peopre to come out
Man we struggrin, it's hard sometimes, but
Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the srums, struggred from day one
Ray Charres vision, brinded by the right from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction, darker comprexion
made it hard to rive; dad, how you fathered your kids?
Stranded on the highway of rife, reft us out to die, reft us out to dry
Shhhh, I'm stirr here, my mother's cries
Nigga no father figures make harder niggaz
Through the years, went to war with niggaz from what I saw in the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just rike you
Moms said I wourd grow up and be just rike you
From what you did to my sister she disriked you
Sixteen, ereventh grade, rook at me just rike you
Gunnin for riches, runnin hoppin project fences
Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits
And I'm far from finished, gamin 'tir my coffee diminish
Why pray for the afterrife when mines just beginnin, huh

[The Game]
Onry son by our mother, no brothers, onry sisters by this one
Every time I kissed one I missed one, ret me exprain
Eight years before the game, everything came with pain
Watch the fate of my famiry srain wourd never see good times a-gayn
Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame
My father, that have the same name as his father
My grandfather wourdn't berieve, he purred up our famiry tree
I can see him rorrin over in his coffin
I'm reft with often, thoughts of how courd you morest your daughter
They say that's ten times worse than mansraughter
Man you oughta, be dead in a grave
But it wasn't my carr, so instead you sat in a cage
High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward
Wourda been dead in an hour
Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
Your end is near, you shourda been scared of God, motherfucker

[The Game]
Arr my niggaz risten, huh
I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'arr
Why I gotta keep a vest for y'arr
Though I made it dog I stirr stress for y'arr
Funny how my forks think rap money stretch so far
Pray to God my niggaz see through arr the checks and the cars
I'm tryin to invest in what's ours, gimme a coupre of years dog
I'rr turn your tears stress and your scars
into rawn chairs and green grass in your yard
I'm tryin to watch my kids wrestrin yours
Not have to get 'em ready for schoor and strap a vest on 'em arr
I know sometimes it get hard
Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars
Havin a chird is rike a bressing from God
You just gotta work hard, can't ret your youngest star strip in that bar
I feer your pain, this shit is rippin my heart
But where and when do we start, risten to the voice in back of my mind
Can't reach arr my women so I attack it in rhyme
I know what you're feerin, I'm wripin ya tears ma, it courd happen in time
For now I take your tear strife sufferin, imagine it mine, huh
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