The Roots — How I Got Over

[Intro: Black Thought] Ugh, uh-huh Ugh, uh-huh [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Yeah) Where I grew up (Uh-huh, ugh) First thing they teach you Is not to give a fuck (Yeah, c'mon, man) That type of thinking can't get you nowhere (Ugh, oh) Someone has to care (Uh) How I got over [Verse 1: Black Thought] Where the people come apart Don't nobody care about you, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets, if you get down on your luck You can stand out with a hand out, but nobody give a fuck Out here in these streets, every man is for himself They ain't helping no one else, it's a hazard to your health Living life in these cold streets Hey—who's worrying 'bout you, babe? When you wilding out? Running around in these streets? [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets, where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got o That type of thinking can't get you nowhere How I got over Someone has to care (Yo) [Verse 2: Black Thought] When you on the corner, there's too much drama Living with the police right behind you It's always more than a slight reminder We living in a war zone like Rwanda Before I go back to the Heavenly Father Pray for me, if it ain't too much bother Whatever don't break me'll make me stronger I feel like I can't take too much longer It's too much lying and too much frying I'm all cried out 'cause I grew up crying They all got a sales pitch; I ain't buying They trying to convince me that I ain't trying We uninspired, we unadmired And tired and sick of being sick and tired Of living in the hood where the shots are fired We dying to live; so, to live, we dying You just like I am [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Ugh), where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got over That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Yo, somebody, somewhere Someone has to care Man, somebody's gotta care [Verse 3: Black Thought] And I swear it isn't fair In suspended animation, we ain't tryna go nowhere Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own Living life in these hard streets, where it's like they lost they mind Is there anyway to find? Are we running out of time out here? Listen... Hey—who's worrying 'bout you, babe? When you wilding out? Running around in these streets? [Hook: Dice Raw & Black Thought] Out on the streets (Ugh), where I grew up How I got over First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck How I got over That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Yo, somebody, somewhere, man Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to— Out on the streets, where I grew up First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck That type of thinking can't get you nowhere Someone has to care