We Will Survive Lyrics - Game

We will survive, we've been through this too many times 

my people are getting stronger they know that we on the rise 

we will not live and let die 

my niggas on the front line and we all here 

hold your head high 

so many years, too many tears living this life 

this a battle we gotta fight so put your war paint on 

a lot of black men died over slavery, civil rights and apartheid 

these are the hard times but we will survive 

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It all started 400 years ago, my people in chains 

400 years later same bullshit y'all aint changed 

you got a jump shot or you rap or play ball 

then you can eat in Beverly hills and shop in they mall 

who really making calls like my people ain't determined enough 

and in the hood they trying to terminate us 

and turn us against each other 

got us fighting over colours, brothers 

I thought the object was to love one another 

we can't see past the 20 inch rims, bitches and hoes 

40 bottles and frequent trips to the liquor store 

so how do we raise our children 

there's a new born soul every hour in America 

this is not only there's but our America 

the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days 

but we still paying for cotton t-shirts our ancestors picked that we hurt 

but this is the rebirth 

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They say the black man will struggle as long as he continues to hustle 

and pitch crack from a bucket, these muthafuckers have no idea 

they lock us in prison for years 

and send us county checks to compensate us for our mothers tears 

too many taxes, every 12 checks another w2 

President Bush's way to say fuck you 

our day is coming we taking over 

how you give us guns when 70% of all Kuwaiti soldiers 

you gotta be stupid 

don't ever forget we were African rulers before NBA players and furniture movers 

you burnt this I prove it 

we don't want 40 acres no more, college funds and real estate, 

keep the Grammy awards, your H2's, new watches we don't hate you watch us 

me and Marshall's like Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth 

opposite races still chasing the same dream 

but when it boils down to everyday life who do I trust? ME! 

I will not surrender this is not the ending 

turn my back in the dirt this is uncle Sam's curse 

you got a hot verse you on MTV 

you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC 

kids struggling to make grades in school 

you run the rock like Barry Sanders in the tenth grade you getting paid at school 

and all the old heads that paid their dues we don't respect that 

too worried about where the next Nike air checks at 

(?) news rims put on your lexus, 

he ain't registered to vote Al Gore loses the next election 

one strike, two strikes, three strikes your gone 

25 to life but still life moves on 

a wise man told when I was younger Im God's chosen 

he don't understand so the AK soak him 

Black wall street got them open 

I try to tell them I'm where hope floats man 

the ghetto spokesman