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letra de long time comin' (as i look back...) - big nug

[big nug] – speaking
as i look back, and remember all the sh-t that’s happened to me
i realize that…it’s been a long time coming…

[big nug] – rapping
it was hard growin’ up, where i lived
one bedroom apartment, eight little kids
one mother, no father, n-gga was all c0ked up
thinkin’ back i might have even sold that n-gga some
at school till three, hit the corners till two
part of the family, helped me deal wit da sh-t i went through
no promise, a prison with no escape
growing up in a drugland of poverty and rape
my picture is still on the wall at all the police stations
all the post offices, nation-wide, i was braisin
a lil’ kid, too dumb to stay out of trouble
a knucklehead, thought by my moms to be lovable
so much potential, but without a f-ckin’ cause
eager to be the cat to break all the f-ckin’ laws
my best friend was mary, and that ain’t no chick
gina was the name of the girl used to suck my d-ck, anyway
time p-ssed and i got older
father of three children, not even twenty-one or older
turned to the streets to keep a n-gga sober
like a shoulder, except i couldn’t lean over
what a life, now i push around in a red range rover
take my girl to eat lunches at dober, kid’s off the street
the struggle is over

[first lady] – rapping
wasn’t sh-t hard…the way our life turned around
wasn’t sh-t hard…how we had to survive on that ground
wasn’t sh-t hard…tryin’ to hold sh-t down
it’s been a long time comin’, as i look back where i’m from and
wasn’t sh-t hard…buyin’ dubs wit stamps
wasn’t sh-t hard…paper pillows, old kerosine lamps
wasn’t sh-t hard…c-ckroaches and all dem ants
it’s been a long time comin’, as i look back where i’m from and

[big nug] – rapping
i still remember that day, meetin’ wit record execs
outside of the office, took a hit and a deep breath
never thought rappin’ could bring me so much
always thought the rap game was too hard to touch
it’s too much
for me to sit back and think, about my life, it’s old direction
and how i was on the brink, of losin’ my head
not givin’ a f-ck about work, but instead
chillin’ wit my peoples all day long, if i wasn’t signed by chris
i would have been done writing songs
put it out strong, my mother used to say
and maybe one day, you’ll be able to stay
legit, leave behind all this thug sh-t
my mother never thought i was ever comin’ home
feared my -ss was iced and alone
cuz didn’t n0body say sh-t in my hood when they saw it
think about black folks, we the last to call it
and all these corny rappers talkin’ bout
in west philadelphia born and raised
make it sound like paradise
like philly life should be praised
yo ma

[first lady] – talking
sup n-gga

[big nug] – talking
remember dem days

[first lady] – rapping
no doubt, when n-ggas used to steal my mail and
sell it back to me, no meaning of life
cuz if i had that they’d take that from me
workin’ three jobs to feed my kids
while my baby father ran off with some trick
oh i remember

[big nug] – rapping
them days when it was hard to keep it real
it’s been a long time coming coming
from not knowing about my next meal

[big nug] – talking
it was hard…trying to survive and stay alive
but the scariest sh-t was that there were n-ggas worse off than me
and i had it rough
so this goes out to anybody that went though, is going through
or will go through the struggle, keep your head, one (“one” is echoed)

song fades

- big nug

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