[bad word] 1: Dice Raw]
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach us, not to give a [bad word] That type of thinking cant get you nowhere
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought - singing]
How I got over... where the [bad word] 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 [bad word] Out here in these streets, every man is for himself
They aint 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 [bad word] 'round in these streets
 [bad word] 2: Dice Raw (Black Thought)]
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)
First thing they teach us, not to give a [bad word] (How I got o-)
That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (How I got over...)
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought - rapping]
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 aint 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
 [bad word] 3: Dice Raw (Black Thought)]
Out on the streets, where I grew up (How I got over...)
First thing they teach us, not to give a [bad word] (How I got o-)
That type of thinking cant get you nowhere (Somebody, somewhere..)
Soooome-onnnne haaaas tooooo care

[Black Thought - singing]
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 [bad word] out of time out here?
Listen...
Hey, WHO'S worryin 'bout cha, babe?
When you whylin [bad word] 'round in these streets
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