Born In The Struggle

I had to hand-wash my clothes, didn't have a washing machine or a dryer

Momma used to have to hang her period panties out on a clothes line wire

'The vacuum broke' - 'Use the broom

We got company coming over this afternoon

You know our family like to gossip

Clean up your room, throw everything in the closet'

I like to talk to the old schoolers, O.G. playas

cause they was my age - I ain't never been theirs

I count on em for guidance, leadership and advice

cause everything I'm goin' through they done been through twice

or three or four times, five, six, seven, eight

We can learn from they mistakes before it's too late

Communication is everything, conversation's abandoned

People die every day because of misunderstandings

The ins and outs, whys and won'ts

History repeats itself, opportunities don't

Sad true story, unintentionally, not on purpose

Only time I see my family's at a funeral service

Her stomach keep hurting, but she didn't bother

cause you and I both know that black folk don't like to go to the doctor

One thing about us, mane, we creators

And at the end of the day we all related

through the slaves and the Indians and natives

They brought us here on a boat, whipped us and raped us

Scraps from a pig they gave us

So we grub pork chops, chitlins, ribs and bacon