Back In The Days When I Was A Young Buck
Stuck Like A Truck Gettin Shit Outta Luck
Times Was Rough And I Didn't Have A Plan
I Was Barely On The Edge Of My Life As A Man
It's Really Fucked Up When There's Dope In The Crib
No Food In The Kitchen For The Motherfuckin Kids
That's Why A Young Nigga Learned How To Steal See
Shopliftin Laid Me A Whole Lotta Meals
But I Remember Days When The Cupboard Was Bare And
Life Was Unfair But Who The Fuck Cares?
I Still Hear Momma,what She Used To Tell Me
That You Don't Get Shit In This Life For Free
And Even If I Never Ever Make It To The Mountain Top
Fuck It!I Fight For My Hip-hop
Not Everybody Can Relate To What I Been Through
Even Though Some Front And They Try To Pretend To
Know About The Life Of A Kid And The Strife
Where He Has To Live In The Shadow Of A Base-pipe
Good Goes To Bad,bad Goes To Worse
And Pretty Soon He's Stealin From His Own Momma's Purse
So Clean Out Ya Ears And Open Up Your Eyes
I Reach Out To Touch But Somebody Moved The Sky
My Stomach Is Growlin,word Is Born
Cos All I Had For Dinner Was A Can-o-corn
BRIDGE
A Can-o-corn,a Can-o-corn
All I Had For Dinner Was A Can-o-corn
A Can-o-corn,a Can-o-corn
Before I Went To School I Had A Can-o-corn
A Can-o-corn,a Can-o-corn
I Tried To Get Full Off A Can-o-corn
A Can-o-corn,a Can-o-corn
That's All The Fuck That We Had In The Kitchen
A Few Years Later,I Pledge A Legions To The Set
I'm Growin Up But I Ain't Grown Yet
It's Funny How The Strain In A Life Filled With Pain
Can Sometimes Leave A Bitch Stained On The Brain
I'm Sittin In The Restaurant,guardin My Food Like A Eagle
Pickin Up Scraps Like A Seagull
Waitin On The People At The Next Table To Leave A Tip
So I Can Put It In My Pocket
Phoney Easter Bunny,Santa Claus And The Stork
We Was Poor As Fuck So We Ate A Lot Of Pork
And It Ain't No Motherfuckin Way No How
When It Come Up I Let You Bring Me Down
So I Stick To The Boots And I'm Down With A MAAD Group
Of Gangstas And Hoodlums,but You Can Call Em 'scroops'
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death
Cos A Man Without Pride Ain't Got Shit Left,huh
And Now That I'm Older With Kids Of My Own
I Put Me In The Pot Where It Used To Be A Bone
Get'cha Self Together,word Is Born
Cos A Man Can't Live On A Can-o-corn