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How It Feels

アーティスト:Pras  アルバム:Win Lose Or Draw  作詞:MICHEL PRAS/WILSON ADDARLLY MAURICE  作曲:MICHEL PRAS/WILSON ADDARLLY MAURICE 

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When I grow up, I'ma be a superstar [Pras] Ah-ha, alright baby [Chorus: children] (Pras) They, don't, know, how it feels (When you're out on your own, yeah) (And you're lookin for that home) They, don't, know, what it is (When the world's on your shoulder) (And your baby gotta be a soldier) [Pras Michel] Yo I was born in the pro-jects, with roaches and rats And our credentials were our, nines and gats Stay the hell out the hood read the welcomin mats I remember them days, it was hard bein black Welfare checks and government cheese Take your family in portrait, everybody smile say cheese And it's a wonder how I kept my head from goin under Sun don't shine where there's, lightning and thunder Some got ways, some got means But still, we all just got hopes and dreams The two blend together like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin them big cars That's all Mr. President, hear the voice of the youth I don't lie, I speak the truth [Chorus: children] (Pras) They, don't, know, how it feels (When you a single mother) (And don't have that significant other) They, don't, know, what it is (To be in the ghetto) (And your life be in slow mo') [Pras Michel] Uhh, yeah Been around the world a couple times with the ReFugees From the boot of Italy, to the land of Pawnee{?} Fell in love a couple times on the London Bridge Fast cars, fast life, that's how I wanted to live What a crusade, one of my great escapades Cut many hearts, like the game of spades But nuttin was as fatal when they blew the World Trade Now we at war momma, tradin lives for grenades Send in the troops, here comes the brigades American resolve and our hearts'll never fade


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