Born Survivor Lyrics - Cormega

Our most enduring responsibility to future generations 

They say God don't like ugly, blessings are upon us 

Bush hated niggas, now the President's a brotha 

Whether you in the gutter, or your residence enormous 

That shit don't matter when death around the corner 

Before your book of life ends, recognize the author 

All praise due, things you do bring karma 

Your seeds shouldn't eat 'cuz you beefing with baby mama 

Will be the one you need when police raid the corners 

Ain't nothing but niggas fronting, shitty drugs and drama 

Girls who want Prada, women who want powder 

Children are more violent from living with less guidance 

And don't learn respect till they bidding with old timers 

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You walk the same path now they road is wiser 

A quiet man's a giant when his code is silence 

Speak volume, loud dudes ain't always liver 

My city never sleep, I'm a born survivor 

No matter how much money we invest in our community 

How many ten point plans, we propose 

How many government programs we want 

None of it will make a difference 

At least not in our predicament 

We also at the same time 

Don't cease more responsibility in our own life 

I slang base and that powder too 

Team was the wildest crew, I seen what a dollar do 

Broke nights fiend for a pot of food 

Lean on the block rude, cream got 'em popping tools 

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And they don't stop to get it, get it 

Four shots'll wet your fitted, four cops'll get acquitted 

I roll dolo, I don't ask for love 

Niggas be acting up, afterwords catching slugs 

Heavy metal pop frequent 

The world crazy foul, how we suppose raise a child 

Face a trial, bail over eighty thou' 

In the street life, you game, player? 

Haze make the pain clear, eight days, the same stare 

So mama say a prayer, 'cuz I'm out there 

I'mma keep talking till they here 

Providing guidance to our children 

Turning off the TV sets, putting away the video games 

Helping our children with their homework 

Teaching our daughters to never allow 

Images on television to tell what they're worth 

Teaching our sons to treat women with respect 

That what makes them a man 

Is not the ability to have a child but to raise one 

I thought the block was all there was to life 

Surfing on the drug sites, meeting up at nights 

And I got tired of roaming hall, got wise to protocol 

And I got mines with no regard 

So all I know, is all I show, so all I see, before I go 

That all I am is the truth with this land 

And this roof over head and this root to the future fruits 

Worth more than your Gucci boots 

I ain't trashing fashion, I like to do me too 

Still I'm quick to pop it off 

With the model broad or with the Molotov 

Light rocks at your tank, might make me 

Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like 

You see me, I'm major 

I told this story to a class of 9th graders 

They saying, "Fuck school, we some fly gangstas" 

I gave 'em something that can change their life later 

That's a message we need to send