The Game - Promised Land Lyrics

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Yeah I wanna go to the Promised Land (Game speaks)

Verse 1:

I was born in the scrumble struggled from day one (?) vision blinded by the life of the sun

No navigation no sense of direction darker complexion mad it hard to live damn how you fought with your kids?

Stranded on the highway of life left us out to die left us out to dry shhh I'm still hearin' my mother's cries nigga

No father figures they called them niggas through the years I went to war with niggas

From what I saw in the pictures now your son is bigger 13 look just like you mom's said I would grow up and be just like you for what you did to my sister she dislike you 16 he lovin' gray look at me just like you

Gunnin' for riches runnin' jumpin' project fences

Street corners to Arizona how I earned my bitches and I'm far from finished came into my coffin diminished why pray for the afterlife when mine's just beginnin'?

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Verse 2:

Only slept by a mother no brothers only sisters by this one everytime I kissed one I missed one let me explain

8 years before The Game everything came with pain watched the fate of my family slain we'd never see good times again

Cursed with pain by a nigga with no shame

My father had the same name as his father my grandfather wouldn't believe he crawled up our family tree I could see him rolling over in his coffin I'm left with often thoughts of how could you molest your daughter? they say that's 10 times worse than manslaughter man you oughtta

Be dead in the grave but it wasn't my call so instead you sat in the cage

High-powered 250 pound 6'5" 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...

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Verse 3: (Now my niggas listen)

Uh I stay a step ahead of the rest of y'all why I gotta keep a vest for y'all? though I made it dawg I still stress for y'all

Funny how my folks get rap money stretch so far pray to God my niggas see through all the checks in the card

I'm trying to invest in (?) give me a couple of years dawg I'll turn your tears stress and your scars into long cheers and green grass in the yard

I'm tryin' to watch my kids wrestlin' yours not have to get 'em ready for school and have to strap a vest on

I know sometimes it get hard keep ya head up mami reach for the stars having a child is like a blessing from God you just got to work hard can't let your youngest starve strip in that bar I feel your pain this shit is rippin' my heart

But then when do we start listen to the voice in the back of my mind I can't reach all of my women so I pack it in rhymes I know what you feeling I'm wiping your tears ma make it happy in time from now I take your tears striked soft and imagine it mine uh

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