Letra da Música How I Got Over de The Roots

How I Got Over

Out on the streets
where I grew up
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere
Someone has to care.

How I got over
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 up
With a hand down
But nobody give a fuck.
Out here in these streets
Every man is for himself
They ain’t helpin’ no one else
It’s a hazard to your health.
Living life in these streets.
Who’s worryin’ ‘bout you, babe ?
When you whiln’ out?
Runnin’ around in these streets.

Out on the streets
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over)
Someone has to care. (Ya)

When you on the corners too much drama
Livin’ with the police right behind ya
It's always more than a slight reminder
We livin’ 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 or make me stronger
I feel like I can’t take too much longer
It’s too much lyin’
And too much fryin’
I’m all cried out cause I grew up cryin’
They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin’
They tryin’ to convince me that I ain’t tryin’.
We uninspired
We unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired.
A living in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin’ to live, so to live we dyin’.
You’re just like I am.

Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care. (Somebody’s gotta care)

And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation
We ain't tryin' to go nowhere.
Out here in these streets
We're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough to realize what’s on our own.
Livin' life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost their mind
Is there anyway to find?
are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen, hey
Who's worryin' about you, babe?
When you whilin' out?
Runnin' 'round in these streets.

Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to...