C U When You Get There - Rerecorded

I'll see

When you get there

If you get there

I'll see

When you get there

If you get there

Now I've seen places and faces

And things you ain't never thought about thinking

If you ain't peeped then you must be drinking and smoking

Pretending that you're locking but you're broken

Let me get you open

Now little Timmy got his diploma and little Jimmy got life

And Tamikra around the corner, just took her first hit off the pipe

The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money

And when the other homies heard about it

They thought that it was funny

But who's the dummy? 'Cause, now you done lost the hustler

A down-ass brother done been replaced by a buster

And though I got love for ya, I know I can't trust ya

'Cause my crew is rolling homers and your crew is rolling dusters

And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more

I guess that's just the way it goes

I ain't trying to preach, I believe I can reach

But your mind ain't prepared, I'll see you when you get there

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

See you when you get there

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

See you when you get there

Stressed by this game of life, I can't lie

Sometimes I sit at home and contemplate suicide

But Lord knows, this nigga don't wanna die

I find myself with clenched fists lookin' towards the sky

Question God, "Why?" With a tear from my eye

"Does anybody really care if I'll ever die?"

Do I have friends or all of y'all fake?

When I'm rollin', are they done or is it my money to take?

I wanna leave it all just to 'scape from this cold world

But I'm not quite ready to fall

Time's moving too fast and it seems like it's too late

No friends at my funeral, no friends at my wake

They hatin' on my niggas 'cause we hussle for our papers

You gotta live your life and do it for your every day

They try to hate my race for the colour of our skin

While I hussle, sell dope, and take care of my kid

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

See you when you get there

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

See you when you get there

Okay now, here's the situation

I was raised in a racist nation and then given an inferior education

A representation as in a tow-up area of the inner city

Where life is iffy, and average self-esteem is itty-bitty

But we're lookin' for no pity, you can miss me

Go ahead and talk, but if you diss me they gon' have to come and get me

They wanna bend me for my city, acting like they down

But they against me, they tempt me to touch either shoe 'til it's empty

They take my child into penitentiary

They'll touchdown for a century

They're grillin' me, you feelin' me?

That's why I'm waitin' in the bushes

Now for those that are responsible

The villa wouldn't all push it

Put yourself in my position, would you go on or would you listen?

Under these conditions, get bold 'til somebody's comin' up messin'?

And when the lights come on, we run words or mice, so be prepared

I hope you ain't scared

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

See you when you get there

I'll see you when you get there

If you ever get there

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