Promised Land

[Intro: The Game] Sometimes I wonder Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come out? Man we strugglin, it's hard sometimes, but Tomorrow's better than yesterday, uhh [Verse 1: The Game] I was born in the slums, struggled from day one Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun No navigation, no sense of direction, darker complexion Made it hard to live; dad, how you fathered your kids? Stranded on the highway of life, left us out to die, left us out to dry Shhhh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries nigga No father figures make harder niggas Through the years I went to war with niggas from what I saw in the pictures Now your son is bigger, thirteen, but just like you Moms said I would grow up and be just like you From what you did to my sister she disliked you Sixteen, eleventh grade, look at me just like you Gunnin' for riches, runnin' hoppin' project fences Street corners to Arizona, how I earn my digits And I'm far from finished, gamin' 'til my coffin diminish Why pray for the afterlife when mine's just beginnin', huh [Hook: Sample] ...Promised Land... ...Promised Land... [Verse 2: The Game] Only son by a mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one Every time I kiss one I miss one, let me explain Eight years before The Game, everything came with pain Watch the fate of my family slain, would never see good times a-gayn Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame My father bear the same name as his father, my grandfather Wouldn't believe, he pulled up our family tree I can see him rolling over in his coffin I'm left with often, thoughts of how could you molest your daughter? They say that's ten times worse than manslaughter Man you oughta, be dead in a grave But it wasn't my call, so instead you sat in a cage High-powered, two-hundred and fifty pound, six-five coward Woulda been dead in an hour Heard you was scared to take a shower, scared of the yard Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker [Hook] [Verse 3: The Game] (All my niggas listen, huh) I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all Why I gotta keep a vest for y'all Though I made it dog, I still stress for y'all Funny how my folks think rap money stretch so far Pray to God my niggas see through all the checks and the cars I'm tryin to invest in what's ours, gimme a couple of years dog I'll turn your tears, stress, and your scars Into lawn chairs and green grass in your yard I'm tryin' to watch my kids wrestlin' y'alls Not have to get 'em ready for school and strap a vest on 'em all I know sometimes it get hard Keep your head up mami, reach for the stars Having a child is like a blessing from God You just gotta work hard, can't let your youngest star strip in that bar I feel your pain, this shit is ripping my heart But where and when do we start, listen to the voice in back of my mind Can't reach all my women so I attack it in rhyme I know what you're feelin', I'm wiping your tears ma, it could happen in time For now I take your tear, strife, suffering, imagine it mine, huh [Hook]