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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

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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

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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
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