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    Just Beginning (Where I'm From)

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      About "Just Beginning (Where I'm From)"

      Lyrics for The Game - "Just Beginning (Where I'm From)"

      Sometimes I wonder
      Man, how long is it gon' be for my people to come up
      Man, we strugglin', it's hard sometimes
      But tomorrow's better than yesterday

      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
      Shh, I'm still hearin' my mother's cries, nigga

      No father figures make harder niggaz
      Through the years, went to war with niggaz
      From what I saw in the picture

      Now your son is bigger, thirteen, looks just like you
      Mom 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' till my coffee diminish
      Why pray for the after life when mines just beginnin', huh

      Only son by our mother, no brothers, only sisters by this one
      Every time I kissed one, I missed 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 again

      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 rollin' 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 were scared to take a shower, scared of the yard
      Your end is near, you shoulda been scared of God, motherfucker

      SONGWRITERS:
      BUTLER, ARTIE/LINDSAY, MARK/TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL
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