Grand Puba How Many More
Pour it out How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don't know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back Until the day we die, uh I been droppin' knowledge like this for a long long time They don't feel me When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly Long as I'm sittin' bullshit is just fine But when I speak on them, that's when they draw the line Conspiracy is a theory, let's promote the black-on-black Niggas don't know how to act Let em' send each other back Too many shorties dyin' everyday Too many niggas bein' locked away Realize what's really goin' on And how the black community got so torn How many more mothers gotta mourn He didn't make eightten and he's livin' in the lawn Somebody tell me what's that all about There's too many shorties checkin' out My nigga's locked up for a lifetime Didn't even get a chance to use his lifeline The game is setup for you to lose So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise Focus get cha' head straight, fix ya plate Learn from others and don't make the same mistake Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin' The worst thing about life is not knowin' Knowledge break it down it's know to ledge Cause if you don't know the ledge you droppin' off edge The hood drama is horrific Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific I'm not standin' here tryin' to be no preacher But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya See I'm here to enter brain then I entertain Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain Cause everyday somebody else is gettin' blown But we don't moan until it hits close to home Hear me y'all cause the numbers seem to multiply And that's the reason that I ask myself How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin' to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don't know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin' each other back Until the day we die, uh
