How I Got Over - The Roots

Out on the streets, where I grew up

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

How I got over… where the people come apart

Don’t nobody care about cha, only thing you got is God

Out here in these streets.

if you get down on your luck

You can stand out, with a hand out

But nobody give a fuck

Out here in these streets, every man is for himself

They ain’t helpin noone else, it’s a hazard to your health

Livin life in these cold streets

Hey, WHO’S worryin 'bout cha, babe?

When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over…)

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over…)

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

Yo.

When you on the corners, there’s too much drama

Livin with the police right behind ya

It’s always more than a slight reminder

We livin in a war zone like Rwanda

Before I go back to the Heavenly Father

Pray for me if it ain’t too much bother

Whatever don’t break me a-make me stronger

I feel like I can’t take too much longer

It’s too much lyin, and too much fightin

I’m all cried out 'cause I grew up cryin

They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin

They tryin to convince me that I ain’t tryin

We uninspired, we unadmired

And tired and sick of being sick and tired

of livin in the hood where the shots are fired

We dyin to live, so to live, we dyin

You just like I am

Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over…)

First thing they teach us, not to give a fuck (How I got o-)

That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere.)

Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

Somebody’s gotta care.

And I swear it isn’t fair

In suspended animation, we ain’t tryin to go nowhere

Out here in these streets.

We’re so young and all alone

We ain’t even old enough, to realize we’re on our own

Livin life in these hard streets

Where it’s like they lost they mind

Is there anyway to find?

Are we runnin out of time out here?

Listen…

Hey, WHO’S worryin 'bout cha, babe?

When you whylin out, runnin 'round in these streets