Can - O - Corn (LP版) - Coolio

Back in the days when I was a young buck

Stuck like a truck gettin sh*t outta luck

Times was rough and I didnt have a plan

I was barely on the edge of my life as a man

Its really f**ked up when theres d**e in the crib

No food in the kitchen for the motherf**kin kids

Thats why a young ni**a learned how to steal see

Shopliftin laid me a whole lotta meals

But I remember days when the cupboard was bare and

Life was unfair but who the f**k cares

I still hear momma what she used to tell me

That you don't get sh*t in this life for free

And even if I never ever make it to the mountain top

F**k it I fight for my hip-hop

Not everybody can relate to what I been through

Even though some front and they try to pretend to

Know about the life of a kid and the strife

Where he has to live in the shadow of a base-pipe

Good goes to bad bad goes to worse

And pretty soon hes stealin from his own mommas purse

So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes

I reach out to touch but somebody moved the sky

My stomach is growlin word is born

Cos all I had for dinner was a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn a can-o-corn

All I had for dinner was a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn a can-o-corn

Before I went to school I had a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn a can-o-corn

I tried to get full off a can-o-corn

A can-o-corn a can-o-corn

Thats all the f**k that we had in the kitchen

A few years later i pledge a legions to the set

I'm growin up but I ain't grown yet

Its funny how the strain in a life filled with pain

Can sometimes leave a b**ch stained on the brain

I'm sittin in the restaurant guardin my food like a eagle

Pickin up scraps like a seagull

Waitin on the people at the next table to leave a tip

So I can put it in my pocket

Phoney easter bunny santa claus and the stork

We was poor as f**k so we ate a lot of pork

And it ain't no motherf**kin way no how

When it come up I let you bring me down

So I stick to the boots and I'm down with a maad group

Of gangstas and hoodlums but you can call em scroops

Give me liberty or give me death

Cos a man without pride ain't got sh*t left huh

And now that I'm older with kids of my own

I put me in the pot where it used to be a bone

Getcha self together word is born

Cos a man can't live on a can-o-corn