Tytuł: I Must Stand

• Wykonawca: Ice-t
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Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
  But damn..
  
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  Just a kid, moms died when I was seven
  Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven?
  It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age
  This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage
  In the heart of a child who never knew his roots
  Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots
  Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
  Truckin diamonds and gold
  Rubberbands around the bankrolls
  Fly girls to make your head spin
  Seemed they partied all night long
  I was like, "Put me on"
  But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play
  Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day"
  I didn't understand, but I tried to get a job
  While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle and rob
  I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week
  And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat
  
  And I know I can be better than this
  I gotta get me a car, man
  I gotta get a girl
  
  I know I can do it out there, man
  I'm finna go for it, man
  I gotta get some money
  Word
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  Streets of anger, trouble and crime
  I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime
  But I never let another player see me down
  I kept my front up, my gear clean
  Even when checkin minor green
  Brothers knew my game was true
  So I hooked up with the real crew
  That knew excactly what to do
  Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools
  Pimpin hoes on the block
  Checkin cash non-stop
  Crack spots, armor with interior bars
  No lie, I used to own 'bout 15 cars
  Every piece Fila made
  Drape my women in suede
  Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidays
  It was on, crazy out of control
  We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled
  But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea
  It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years
  
  What
  Daff is dead?
  Carter got 25 years?
  Nah..
  Spike 35 to life?
  Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man
  I don't wanna hear that, man
  I was just with him
  
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young
  Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun
  I get phone calls from condemned row
  Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know
  They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen
  You're the one that got away, don't wanna see you in"
  They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal
  Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel"
  I marched two million strong in D.C.
  Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me
  Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days
  But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise
  And bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real
  But health and liberty is all we need for us to build
  We gotta come together, unseparated
  Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we're all related