| Lyrics: | [Talib]
Yeah.. my Lord.. yeah
[Verse 1: Talib]
We sell, crack to our own out the
back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
"Epidodes II," like "Attack of the Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of
the bone
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
We commute to
computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to
consumers
To get by.. just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask Him why some
people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman
Mailer
Me and Willa raised three daughters all by herself, with no help
I think about a
struggle and I find the strength in myself
These words, melt in my mouth
They hot, like the
jail cell in the South
Before my nigga Core bailed me out
To get by.. just to get
by
Just to get by, just to get by
We do or die like Bed-Stuy through the red sky
with
the window of the red eye
Let the lead fly, some G. Rap shit, "Livin' to Let
Die"
[Chorus: Background singers]
This morning, I woke up
Feeling brand new and I
jumped up
Feeling my highs, and my lows
In my soul, and my goals
Just to stop smokin,
and stop drinkin
And I've been thinkin - I've got my reasons
Just to get (by), just to get
(by)
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
[Talib and background singers]
(ba ba ba,
ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh
Just to get (by), just to get (by)
Just to
get (by by by by by by)
(ba ba ba, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da bada, ba da badahh
Just to
get (by), just to get (by)
Just to get (by by by by by by)
[Verse 2: Talib]
We
keeping it gang |
