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letra de i wake up in da mornin’ - mac dre

i wake up in da mornin’ lyrics
[verse 1: coolio da’ unda’ dogg]
life ain’t cool and n0body can’t fool me and tell me it is
man, ’cause i don’t see many kids
homeless and on this, so moments upon this earth
they never really lived a life worth livin’ for
and given no time to think, the man will go find a drink
to sink his worries ’cause a flurry your mind’ll blink
ladies havin’ babies goin’ crazy ’cause they lazy and wild
and children lives a lifestyle so foul
while their father’s on death row, and he just left, so
the mother’s all alone, on her own
my young homie got shot and he died on the spot
man, it’s not right, and evеry time i’m under the spotlight
it’s not quitе the same ’cause he always said “the game is thick”
i love the mac, he helped me out in this
man, it’s crazy, time seems to phase me
in so many ways, as i see many days go by
then i wonder why life is so confusin’
it could be more amusin’, i guess there’s no choosin’
a route that you’re gonna take, better than the one you make
things are so flake, my mama shakin’ like the earthquake
my little homie only thrill is to grind
these are the realest times, that’s why i feel it’s the time
for the black to adapt to livin’ phat
and eatin’ at a soul food restaurant place, while on your face
a fat grin, pinned on your chin, money to spend
and a brother stayin’ outta the pen, you know
it ain’t nothin’ but reality, make it happen
and who’s to say that coolio is gonna make it rappin’
[verse 2: ray luv]
i wake up in the morning, takin’ my first look out the window
nothin’ goin’ on but nintendo and lots of indo
just an overcast day in the ghetto
the sun never shines here, all we got is high crime here
turn on my tv and they say we at war
turn it back off (why?), don’t wanna hear no more (right)
of every conversation, iraq is the object
they just overlook crack in the projects
greed for oil while ends are thin as tin foil
for foreign soil, the temperature makes your blood boil
but who’s to say the pay will stay anyway
the fallen that’s babylon can come any day
yeah, a 1990s babylon
while bush babbles on about the dictator’s dawn
what’s goin’ on? i have to look of inside me
ask the lord to hide my pride, gotta confine in me
truth to myself and dreams in the scheme of things
gangstas get they bang on, i hold out and hang on
i open my mind grip and grab a hold of the fact
how the brother black truly got over
brothers and sisters lost in a midst of forgiveness
no history taught so they don’t know —-
but they don’t care about the welfare
of the children brains bare like a desolate desert somewhere
all we know is drank and dank and
how to beat another brother and take his bank, man
we said we’d never let the system mold us
they gave us all crack and we did what they told us
sell it, use it, abuse it, hit and die
mama can’t cry for you, son, ’cause you’re gettin’ high
think about that
[verse 3: mac dre]
murder rate is up in the c-r-e-s-t
i be thinkin’ to myself, “man, i might be next, g”
not trippin’ off the hoes and clothes
i do shows and shows, steady openin’ doors
for the rest of my cuddies with the gift to gab
but the jealous just hate me and it gets ’em mad
they like to bite the raps i write, i have to fight
with a brother sucker almost every night
i ain’t trippin’, i just wanna rap, man
i don’t want funk with another black man
when i step out, i wonder who’s watchin’ me
d-mn, there’s too much animosity
do i need 9 with me all the time?
trick iraq, i’m livin’ on the frontline
it ain’t the same war, it’s a gang war
and the young black brothers are the blame for

[instrumental break]

[verse 4: mac dre]
young black brothers droppin’ off like flies
every other day, another brother dies
and the opposition keeps laughin’
makin’ big cash in while brothers be blastin’
if we don’t trip, we won’t suffer
wake up, y’all, ain’t you had enough of
all the sick things? let’s quit gangs
listen real close while i spit game
and let it soak, we can’t be broke
the system is laughin’ but it ain’t no joke
let’s change, flip the pancake
and see how much money a young black man makes
[instrumental outro]

- mac dre

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