Tytuł: Every Ghetto, Every City

• Wykonawca: Lauryn Hill
• Wyświetleń: 304

I was just a little girl
  Skinny legs, a press and curl
  My mother always thought I'd be a star
  But way before my record deal,
  The streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
  Made sure that I'd never go too far
  Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
  Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem
  Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill
  When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
  "Kill the guy" in Carter park
  Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
  Watching kids show off the stolen ones
  Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
  Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
  
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back,
  Looking back, looking back, looking back
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back
  Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
  
  A bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel
  Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles
  Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu
  Main street roots tonic with the dreds
  A beef patty and some coco bread
  Move the patch from my Lees to the tongue of my shoe
  'Member Frelng-Huysen used to have the bomb leather
  Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick were together
  Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live forever
  
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back
  Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back
  Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
  
  Drill teams on Munn street
  Remember when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef
  Moving Records was on Central Ave.
  I was there at dancing school
  South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool
  Unaware of what we didn't have
  Writing your friends' names on your jeans with a marker
  
  July 4th races off of Parker
  Fireworks at Martin stadium
  The Untouchable P.S.P., where all them crazy niggers be
  And car thieves got away through Irvington
  Hillside brings beef with the cops
  Self-Destruction record drops
  And everybody's name was Muslim
  Sensations and '88 attracted kids from out-of-state
  And everybody used to do the wop
  Jack, Jack, Jack ya body
  Nah, the Biz Mark used to amp up the party
  I wish those days, they didn't stop
  Every ghetto, every city and suburban place I've been
  Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
  
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back
  Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back
  You know it's hot, don't forget what you've got
  Looking back
  Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
  
  Thinking back, thinking back, thinking back
  [To end]